Tuesday, January 31, 2006

RIP: Coretta Scott King

Coretta Scott King (b. Marion, Alabama, 1927 - d. Atlanta, Georgia, 2006)



A major figure in her own right, a civil rights and human rights activist, a partner, a mother, a wife, a spiritual mother, a sister, an aunt, a footsoldier, a friend and mentor, a fundraiser, an organizer, a leader, a visionary, one of the consciences and engines of a movement, a symbol of what we have achieved and that we have left to achieve.

Afro-Netizen: Coretta Scott King
AOL Black Voices: Coretta Scott King
Hartford Courant: Coretta Scott King
New York Times: Coretta Scott King
Yahoo! News: Coretta Scott King

Monday, January 30, 2006

RIP: Paik + Wasserstein + Politics Ties & Hidden Biases

More quickish posts.
Mendi O. of SWEAT and Tisa B. alternately sent word today about the passing of artist and video pioneer Nam June Paik (1932-2006). I always think of Paik's work (such as the Evolution.Revolution, 1989, at left, courtesy of PaikStudios) as emblematic of the major technical shifts in the artworld of the 1970s, though he actually got started in the late 1950s. In 1963 he was participating in Fluxus performances, and by 1965 he'd purchased the first portable video recorder (it's hard to believe they've been around that long!). Paik was very conscious of the importance of the visual to our culture and of the increasingly mediat(iz)ion of our lives, and his works across a range of media reflected this. His site, PaikStudios, is definitely worth visiting.

SWEAT's post on Paik is up too.

This afternoon, driving back from the airport, I thought I heard what sound like a memoriam for playwright Wendy Wasserstein. A check later online confirmed what I'd heard; that she'd died after a battle with lymphoma. I can't say I'm that familiar her work beyond the Heidi Chronicles and the Sisters Rosenzweig, but I do know that she was a critical figure in the rise of female playwrights on Broadway in the late 1970s, and that numerous figures in the drama appreciated her friendship and activism, which extended to the development of new audiences, including working-class teenagers from the five boroughs of New York City. I believe she may have been the first American woman to win a Tony, and later the Pulitzer Prize in Drama in 1991. Ten years later, in 1999, at age 48, she decided as a single mother to have a child, who survives her, as do her siblings, mother, many beloved plays, books of essays, and forthcoming novel.

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Why is almost everyone on United Airlines flights always coughing and sneezing? Do UA planes do double duty as airborne Petri dishes? Why hasn't anyone taught most of these spraying flyers that when you cough or sneeze, you should cover your mouth or nose with your hand, or better yet, the inside of your elbow? I swear I learned this by the time I was 4 years old, but I sat behind a man who sneezed like clockwork every 15 or so minutes and never once covered his nose. He was easily over 4, had two hands, two elbows, and any of the four could have covered his schnoz. The large gentleman next to me kept sneezing and coughing as well. Another man walked down the aisle sneezing as if conducting benedictions. By the time I got off the plane I felt like I had a cold coming on. But then, what are you supposed to do? You very well can't get on a plane with a surgical mask these days and slathered in Purell these days...

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One of my graduate students mentioned after class tonight that she translated technical documents into and from Spanish and Portuguese. So we chatted about this a little bit. She learned her Portuguese from a gaúcho (a resident of the southern Brazilian state of Rio Grande do Sul, which is like another country altogether), I from an Azorean (who found 100 different ways to dissuade me from anything having to do with Brazil but had me reading Portuguese writers after only a few weeks). We compared notes about pronunciations and so forth. She said that the gaúcho had told her that if she went to Bahia she'd never want to go back home. A fair warning. He suggested instead going to visit Porto Alegre. She mentioned her boss was in São Paulo. Then she noted that in reading some of the Spanish in her piece and passages in Junot Díaz's work I'd pronounced it "with a Caribbean accent." That made my night.

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On a different note, here's an article I could not have made up. In the (ever rightward-listing) Washington Post, Shankar Vedantam pens "Studies Ties Political Leaning to Hidden Biases." I'll say no more beyond that the Raw Story's link came from the great pull quote that "Study: Bush backers more likely racist." Sound overblown?

For their study, Nosek, Banaji and social psychologist Erik Thompson culled self-acknowledged views about blacks from nearly 130,000 whites, who volunteered online to participate in a widely used test of racial bias that measures the speed of people's associations between black or white faces and positive or negative words. The researchers examined correlations between explicit and implicit attitudes and voting behavior in all 435 congressional districts.

The analysis found that substantial majorities of Americans, liberals and conservatives, found it more difficult to associate black faces with positive concepts than white faces -- evidence of implicit bias. But districts that registered higher levels of bias systematically produced more votes for Bush.

"Obviously, such research does not speak at all to the question of the prejudice level of the president," said Banaji, "but it does show that George W. Bush is appealing as a leader to those Americans who harbor greater anti-black prejudice."

Vincent Hutchings, a political scientist at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor, said the results matched his own findings in a study he conducted ahead of the 2000 presidential election: Volunteers shown visual images of blacks in contexts that implied they were getting welfare benefits were far more receptive to Republican political ads decrying government waste than volunteers shown ads with the same message but without images of black people.
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In other news, the filibuster attempt to stop ScAlito's ascension to the US Supreme Court is dead. Kaput. Muerto. A day late and a dollar short, as the phrase goes. The New York Times profiles how the right-wing Federalist Society schemed two decades ago to put Alito and Roberts on the court and transform American jurisprudence to conservative ends. At least my two New Jersey Senators, Frank Lautenberg and Robert Menendez (it sounds so strange to utter his name in conjunction with "Senator")--and the two from Illinois, Dick Durbin and Barack Obama--were willing to put their necks on the line. But 19 Democrats, including the one and only Joe Lieberman, enabled the GOP once again. Their motto: stomp on us and come again. A heck of a job: Green Party, did you call?

Sunday, January 29, 2006

On Haiti and Religious Groups and AIDS Funds

I don't have time to post anything extensive today, so I'm linking to two stories I found interesting today.


Scott Nelson/World Picture News, for The New York Times

The first is a long piece, by New York Times reporters Walt Bodganich and Jenny Nordberg on the US's role in the current turmoil in Haiti. "Mixed U.S. Signals Helped Tilt Haiti Toward Chaos" lays out clearly what I and others have been saying all along, and belies its wishy-washy title; the International Republican Institute, a Warrantless Wiretapper-affiliated outfit that had championed the overthrow of Hugo Chávez in Venezuela played an active role in the intransigence of the opposition and in democratically elected president Jean-Bertrand Aristide's ouster. It's beyond disheartening, but offers clear parallels to the debacle in Iraq. Read it while it's still online.

The second, by AP writer Rita Beamish was on Yahoo! News. It's title is "Religious Groups Get Chunk of AIDS Money." It was a more disturbing read than I imagined. (As Keguro points out in the comments section, there's a corollary article on American missionaries in Africa on yesterday's New York Times Magazine, by Daniel Bergner, called simply "The Call." I read about two paragraphs and put it down, but I'll read it through either tonight or tomorrow. Kai in NYC responds that the New York Review of Books featured a number of articles on the AIDS pandemic in Africa, a number of which I read and highly recommend. Here are a few: Helen Epstein's 2000 article on "The Mystery of AIDS in Africa"; Helen Epstein and Lincoln Chin's 2002 piece, "Can AIDS Be Stopped?"; Keith Hansen's and Nancy Scheper-Hughes's response and Epstein's response, in 2003, to an Epstein article, "AIDS in South Africa: The Invisible Cure"; and Helen Epstein's 2005 piece, "The Lost Children of AIDS.")

Check both out. Thoughts?

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And for something completely different, Ego, how huge can you grow? Mr. Champion of the World himself, Kanye West. Don't hate the playa, hate the...well, you know. (Thanks, Byron, for the link!)


Photograph by David LaChapelle

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Campus Notes: Guinier and Kripke

This week's New York Observer features an article by Anna Schneider-Mayerson, on Columbia Law School's current efforts to recruit major scholars, including Lani Guinier (at left, photo courtesy of Cornell Chronicle), the eminent Harvard Law School professor and leading scholar of progressive civil rights policies and practices, such as proportional voting systems. The piece covers the sort of ground that once would have been the purview of the now defunct magazine Lingua Franca. It discusses Columbia Law's creation of a new center civil-rights center and its desire to vault its intellectual reputation (back) into the topmost ranks with Yale's, Harvard's, and Stanford's law schools, in part via the intellectual and cultural work of Guinier.

What interested me most about the article beyond the tidbits about Columbia's institutional anxieties and the cultivation process of star faculty members was its recitation of the infamous episode in 1993 when right-wingers caricatured Guinier's scholarship and theories, labeling her "Quota Queen" and causing such a brouhaha that Bill Clinton, who'd nominated her to be Assistant Attorney General, withdrew the nomination. (Another aspect to this story that I'll never forget, beyond Bill Clinton's cowardice, was how super-operator Hillary Clinton's supposedly addressed Guinier, her former Yale Law School classmate and friend, in a white House hallway after her public humiliation and the president's rescission of the nomination: instead of consolation, the Senator and presidential wannabe flippantly and patronizingly called out, "Hey Kiddo!") Few Republicans in the White House, Congress or among the chattering class will admit to their shameful behavior towards Guinier or her ideas and work, or towards numerous other worthy, outstanding Clinton Cabinet and judicial nominees, which is one reason I laugh at their whining about legitimate Democratic Congressional inquiry into and opposition to the extremist views and rulings of Alito. One of the GOP lackeys claimed that Senator Ted Kennedy's questioning of Alito's membership in the Concerned Alumni of Princeton (CAP) was "nasty," "unfair" and "mean," among other ridiculous statements (especially given that Alito could remember his rulings perfectly but not only lied about not remembering his association with CAP, but recited Republican National Committee talking points about his desire to support ROTC--which had returned to Princeton by the time he joined CAP), but nothing that came out of Kennedy's or any other Democratic Judicial Committee's mouths has approached the nasty, distorting--mendacious--comments made about Guinier. The partisan poisoning of the well, so to speak, during the Clinton years has only worsened in recent years, with the Swift Boating of John Kerry and most recently Congressman John Murtha, and the character-assassination of any critics of the Warrantless Wiretapper.

Meanwhile, Guinier didn't look back. She went on to become the first Black woman tenured to the Harvard Law School faculty, and has continued to produce the kinds of important work that has so interested Columbia Law School. Voting systems much like the ones that brought her right-wing condemnation are in place throughout the world, and increase democratic representation were they in place across the United States.

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Today's New York Times Arts Section included a piece on another eminent figure in academe, the philosopher Saul Kripke (at right, courtesy of UNICAMP, Brazil), formerly of Rockefeller and Princeton Universities and now a distinguished professor at the City University of New York Graduate Center, which recently spent two days celebrating his achievements. The article, a two-page affair by Charles McGrath, titled "Philosopher, 65, Lectures Not About 'What Am I?' but 'What Is I?'," opens with a recitation of Kripke's boy-genius story--the son of an Omaha rabbi, he was publishing important philosophical papers while in his teens and teaching MIT graduate students while a Harvard undergraduate (though there's no mention of his having briefly been the roommate of the Unabomber, Theodore Kaczynski)--then goes on to describe, in impressionist terms, Kripke's method and his lecture, while managing to say only a little about his important work in modal logic and the philosophy of language, which is the source of his cultlike appeal. (He also includes a rather Eurocentric quip about how an ideal philosopher should look, which is hardly surprising given that this is McGrath piece.)

Kripke's most famous text is Naming and Necessity (Harvard, 1975, 1980, 2005), which collects three lectures from the early 1970s. Among its other accomplishments, this text detailed a causal theory of reference, as against the standing descriptivist theory of reference set forth by Sir Bertrand Russell and others, with respect to proper names; according to Kripke's reading, a name refers to an object as a result of a causal connection with the object, as mediated by a chain of reference through a community of speakers. As a result a proper name constitutes a rigid designator, which holds for what it refers regardless of any particular facts about the holder of the name and in all possible worlds. It was this particular Kripkean insight that dazzled me some years ago. (The other assertions in the book, on a posteriori necessities, were over my head.) Once I'd understood I thought I'd somehow entered some magical community of understanding, though after trying to properly restate the outlines of the theory to others, I quickly disabused myself of that. But I also became fascinated in Kripke's story, and, after reading Brent Staples' account of tracking Saul Bellow around the campus of Chicago (which I continue to believe Bellow transposed into the utterly indelible and racist confrontation scene in Mr. Sammler's Planet), I thought of writing a screenplay, titled (KRIPKE), that turned on a young (Black) man who was so fascinated by Kripke's philosophy that he literally followed Kripke around his lecture circuit across the US, recording his experiences with reference to Kripke's theories and discussions, with the tale culminating in his finally meeting and chatting with Kripke on a walkway in Princeton (but not at the University). One of the people I'd mentioned this to was a musician and author I knew, Sean H., who was familiar with Kripke's work, but he agreed with me that it perhaps was not the most dramatic story (even in documentary form), and that it would be difficult to convey Kripke's ideas in cinematic terms, and that in any case once I'd solved all the technical and formal script problems, there was the issue of salability. Who on earth would produce such a film? Not that I've completely given up the thought, but... I do wonder if transcripts of Kripke's fascinating-sounding talk will be part of a future volume edited by someone at the CUNY Grad Center.

Friday, January 27, 2006

Quote: Sophie Calle

Calle"I saw him for the first time in December 1985, at a lecture he was giving. I found him attractive, but one thing bothered me: he was wearing an ugly tie. The next day I anonymously sent him a thin brown tie. Later, I sent him in a restaurant; he was wearing it. Unfortunately, it clashed with his shirt. I was then that I decided to take on the task of dressing him from head to toe: I would send him one article of clothing every year at Christmas. In 1986, he received a pair of silk grey socks; in 1987, a black alpaca sweater; in 1988, a white shirt; in 1989, a pair of gold-plated cufflinks; in 1990, a pair of boxer shorts with a Christmas-tree pattern; nothing in 1991; and in 1992, a pair of grey trousers. Someday, when he is fully dressed by me, I would like to be introduced to him."
--from artist Sophie Calle, An Appointment with Sigmund Freud (Thames & Hudson, 1999)

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Meeting Nalo Hopkinson + Oprah on Frey + Gukira on W/Kibaki

HopkinsonYesterday, after a full day of student conferences, I hopped in my car and drove halfway down Chitown to DePaul University to meet Nalo Hopkinson (at left), a writer whose work I admire tremendously, and which I really enjoyed teaching last fall. She was reading and talking about her work at DePaul's Center for Diasporic Studies from 3-5 pm, but I wasn't able to get down to Lincoln Park until right around 4:50 pm or so, and anyone who knows crosstown traffic in this huge city understands that whether you take Sheridan Road to Lake Shore Drive south and cut east, or try one of the north-south arteries like Ashland or Western, it can be a trial.

Nevertheless I did make it in time (arriving at the same time as writer and scholar Rone Shavers) to introduce myself and chat with her briefly about one of her books, The Salt Roads, which I'd featured as my Recommended Book for November 2005. I can't speak highly enough about the imaginative and innovative formal and conceptual architecture of this work, which links storylines set in three distinct historical moments (Roman Alexandria, revolutionary Haiti, mid-19th century France) and featuring three different protagonists (one of whom is the Black Venus, Jeanne Duval, French poet and critic's Charles Baudelaire's great muse), through rich, convincing characterizations and dramatizations. The book is also notable for its Afro-futurist-feminist-inspired rethinking and rewriting of narratives of the self, the body, and subjectivity, of desire and sexuality, of identity, nation and home, and its approach to the concepts of diaspora, circulation, fluidity, and translation.

One of the most exciting aspects of the work is Hopkinson's use of the Haitian loa/lwa Erzulie/Ezili (in all her aspects), as a figure and trope, a symbol and spirit, and as a character herself/selves; Erzulie, always in motion, animates and moves in and out of time, across and through narratives, narrative spaces and places, in and out of bodies and minds, functioning as the interstices themselves, while breaking down and re-membering--in a manner that reminded me of the fractal poetics of Wilson Harris-- (Afro-)(Caribbean-)(Canadian-)(diasporic) novelistic discourse. Erzulie, as Freda, as Ge-Rouge, as La Siren, speaks/break-beats into being the novel's conceptual ground and its formal structure. When I mentioned some of this to Hopkinson, she told me how difficult the book had been to write, how she wasn't sure where she was going, but what she achieved, I think, is an artistic and culturally productive marvel.

I didn't get a chance to talk at length with her (though we did invoke Harris's name and she told me about a woman down South, I believe, who wanted the ban the book because of its candid sexual depictions--I think the woman only got to the midway point and couldn't go any further!), or even discuss her other wonderful books, like Brown Girl in the Ring, Midnight Robber, MOJO, or Skin Trade, the first two of which I suggested to a professor there who wasn't as familiar with her work as the texts to start out with. Meeting her provided a good spur to continue to bring her and others to the university, where I know they'll be enthusiastically received.

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I only learned about Oprah Winfrey's live, public mea culpa and interrogation and dismissal of A Million Little Pieces fabulist James Frey, and his pompous editor, Nan Talese of Random House, after it had broadcast. Had I known about it in advance I'd have taped it for my class. (Did anyone out there tape it?) We nevertheless discussed the story and the most recent events a bit today. C. and I had agreed right after the story initially broke that Oprah (pictured above with Frey, photo George Burns/Harpo Productions, via Associated Press) should probably apologize for her role in promoting the runaway best-seller, especially given that, as it now turns out, her staff had been warned in advance that there were serious questions about the veracity of the text (though she claimed to have checked with Random House, who assured her there were no problems). Instead, she went ahead and trumpeted the fact that it was "very real" (nothing sells like authenticity and empathy, especially when championed by a cultural authority of her stature), and then made her dramatic show-ending call to Larry King Live, where she again defended Frey's tome of lies as providing the "essential truth."

At that point, however, it was clear that his story simply wasn't holding water, and despite his publishing house's continued support, the growing number of lawsuits against Frey and the new round of criticism and debunking by people associated with the Hazelden Foundation addiction treatment facilities in Minnesota, as well as the sustained criticism from Oprah's Book Club fans, may have led Oprah to conclude that only her live personal atonement and avowal of truth and honesty, as well as an excoriation of Frey and Talese, would stem any further damage to her reputation and powerful imprimatur. I know the publishing industry was holding its collective breath. At any rate, props to Oprah, I have to say--many figures of her stature couldn't be dragged kicking and screaming to an apology, let alone a direct and non-backhanded one, particularly one which represents a public--though temporary--loss of face.

Her second new-Book Club selection, Nobel Laureate Elie Wiesel's acclaimed Holocaust survival "memoir" Night, has also been questioned in the past on various truth-claims grounds. Any bets on whether she'll ask him if he made up stuff, and what he might have exaggerated? She could also have a show featuring Frey, Leroy and Nasdijj, and really go to town. Perhaps it really is time for her to return to works of fiction that their authors call "fiction." I can think of several she might begin with (cf. above, first topic, or prior entries).

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Today Gukira has an excellent post comparing the misrules of the "Smiling Texan" (our very own Warrantless Wiretapper, who in perfect Goebbelsian* fashion--because at this point the term and ideas embodied in "Orwellian" have become superannuated with WW and his crowd--continues to defend his illegal actions and state that they were legal, in yet another effort--which I hope for once fails--to talk lies into truth) and the "Muthaiga Golfer," who I believe is Mwai Kibaki, the president of Kenya.
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*Or is it Goebbelsish (Goebbelsich?)

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Wednesday Rambles

I want to begin this post by thanking everyone who's visited Jstheater. I noticed yesterday that I'd passed 20,000 page hits, which utterly amazes me! Despite the frequently recondite nature of my posts, the near absence of memes, and the only ghostly presences of American and global celebrity culture, I've averaged about 61 page hits per day (20,200/329 total posts). As I've said before, I also appreciate the comments, which are often provocative and informative, and have led me to rethink my assumptions on many points. My original goal was to post on a daily basis for a year or 365 straight posts, whichever came first, and I'm rapidly approaching that marker. I'm not sure if I'll continue after the blogaversary, since it's extremely difficult to balance home life, writing, work responsibilities, commuting, and everything else, but we'll see.

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BuckhanonYesterday I had the pleasure of lunch with Kalisha Buckhanon, a sparkling young woman whose first novel, Upstate (St. Martin's Press) appeared last year to strong reviews. Upstate, which I've only had an opportunity to browse, successfully portrays in epistolary form the developing relationship between a Black male and female in Harlem; when the novel begins, the young man is imprisoned in Upstate New York. Kalisha was on campus, as a guest of the Kaplan Center for the Humanities, to conduct a workshop and give a talk, which I had to miss because of my evening class, entitled "Loving Our 'Best Things'; Black Women (Re)Write Family and Reproductive Politics." As she recounted her interest on the topic, she'd originally begun to think about the ways in which Black women had tell the stories of their own and other Black women's lives and the legal and political, economic and social constraints placed upon them after thinking about the miniseries version and original novelistic versions of Gloria Naylor's The Women of Brewster Place, as well as Sapphire's novel PUSH. I enjoyed our discussion quite a bit, and not only look forward to reading her novel, but also the paper she delivered. I hope this blossoms into a study, though I also gathered that in the best artistic fashion, many of her critical interventions will be woven into the text of her forthcoming novel, which I believe is titled Conception.

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I've been wanting to jot a few lines about how exhilarating last weekend's Black Queer Studies conference was. Although I wasn't able to attend every panel because of previously scheduled duties, I did get to hear parts of superb papers by Kevin Mumford on Joseph Beam's activism, Devon Carbado on rethinking approaches to identitarian rights, biologistic versus performative constructions, and antidiscrimination law, and Natasha Tinsley on reframing and resituating Black queer studies within a diasporic framework. Their colleagues, graduate students and conference attendees offered challenging responses to their talks. Natasha's paper in particular really sparked a number of things for me, not least because she referenced the work of a writer I greatly admire, Dominican-American novelist and activist Ana Lara, and used Ana's forthcoming novel as a methodological tool to under diasporic pathways, notions of fluidity and circulation, and unexplored subjectivies and identity formations, in order to expand the analytical and theoretical possibilities of what is an exciting and developing field. My wonderful department-mate Jennifer Brody briefly and thoroughly wrapped up of the proceedings, and the marvelous and generous imprint of Dwight McBride, who heads the African American Studies program, was evident throughout. One of my favorite experiences at conferences like this is the informal conversations that occur over lunch, during breaks, and at dinner. There really are too many people to give shout outs to, especially since Chicago has become one of the key sites for Black LGBT/sgl/queer intellectual work and practice, but I did want to say that I especially enjoyed finally meeting Dr. Mae Henderson, whom I'd only interacted with phone many years ago. The volume she edited with another of my wonderful colleagues, E. Patrick Johnson, is sure to go down as a landmark contribution to this important field.

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BarrusStranger than fiction: if you thought the Frey affair, which continues to suffer aftershocks, were the final word on the serious problems with memoir as a genre, think again. The most recent case, it appears, involves Nasdijj, a self-styled half-Navajo, half-White abuse survivor, single parent and award-winning Native American author who, it turns out something else altogether. As reporter Matthew Fleischer details in his current LA Weekly article "Navahoax," Nasdijj is really a 56-year-old White Lansing, Michigan native, born Timothy Barrus, who played an important role in what Barrus named--and what is now known as--"leather lit." Fleischer gives all the details and really breaks down the un/truth(s) about Barrus, who also styled himself a Vietnam veteran, who recently offloaded his rant-laden blog (when you get into trouble, you can always go after Jews or Blacks or both), and whom renowned Native American author Sherman Alexie even accused of plagiarism. Fleischer also links Barrus's problematic identity performances, which the American publishing industry lapped up, to other figures such as Ward Churchill and, going further back, Ku Klux Klansman-turned Native Asa Earl Carter.

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Indeed, in the long history of Indian appropriation by whites, the Navajo have become the primary target. Of particular ire to the Navajo is mystery writer Tony Hillerman. For the past several decades Hillerman has written detective stories from the perspective of his Navajo protagonists, Joe Leaphorn and Jim Chee. Though not actually claiming Navajo ancestry, Hillerman infuses healthy doses of Navajo spirituality into the story through his characters — sometimes accurately, sometimes not. Hillerman’s appropriation is well known and disliked across tribal lines and was the subject of parody in Sherman Alexie’s book Indian Killer. But despite the criticism from Alexie and other Native writers, Hillerman’s success has sparked imitators. So much so that Morris claims the existence of at least 14 white authors living in nearby Gallup, New Mexico, writing Navajo murder mysteries.

Having tracked down the elusive Nasdijj (sound familiar?), Fleischer closes the piece with down the author's strange and pathetic (non-)response.
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Field's BookYet another book I plan to add to my booklist is poet Edward Field's The Man Who Would Marry Susan Sontag: And Other Intimate Portraits of the Bohemian Era (Wisconsin, 2006). San Francisco Chronicle reviewer Joy Parks describes the book by noting that Field's "unflinching--and sometimes outright nasty--portraits of a generation of literary geniuses is [sic] wonderfully entertaining." In addition to Sontag and Alfred Chester, whose life and work Field is an authority on, the book also presents lively--and according to Parks, sometimes vicious--portraits of other figures of that era, including May Swenson, Paul and Jane Bowles, and Alma Routsong (Isabel Miller). Parks also suggests that one of the most interesting aspects of Field's book is one of his premises: that gay liberation may have destroyed the closed, bohemian space that had developed in post-World War II Greenwich Village. Now that's a supposition worthy of quite a few books. I also am curious to read Field's prose voice. I've always liked his singular, fresh poetry (Variety Photoplays, with its evocation of a late 1950s and early 1960s New York demimonde, is the first book that comes to mind), and I also recall writer Lisa Glatt telling me how delightful and open Field was when she got to know him.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

In Memoriam: Nellie McKay + Guillaume Dustan

McKayToday I got word via email that Nellie Y. McKay, one of the leading scholars of African-American women's writing and African-American and American literature and culture, had died after a long illness. McKay had been chairperson of the African-American Studies department at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, where she'd taught since 1978. In recent years, she'd also held the Evjue-Bascom Chair in American and African-American Literatures. The author, editor or co-editor of eight books, she is probably best known to the public as the co-editor, with Henry Louis Gates, Jr., of the Norton Anthology of African-American Literature, which first appeared in 1997 and has subsequently become the canonical survey text for this field.

For those in the profession, she is considered to be one of the pioneer figures in establishing African-American literature by women as a subject of study. Though she wrote her dissertation at Harvard on Harlem Renaissance writer Jean Toomer and published her first book on his work (Jean Toomer, Artist: A Study of His Literary Life and Work, 1894-1936: North Carolina, 1984), her later studies and collections mapped out vital critical space for the study of Black women's cultural and aesthetic production, and Black literary and cultural production more broadly. Her works include one of the major early critical edited volumes on Toni Morrison and an important study, with Robert L. Harris, Jr. and my eminent colleague Darlene Clark Hine, which analyzed the developing field and institutional position of Black studies (Black Studies in the United States: Three Essays: Ford Foundation, 1990).

McKay was a crucial teacher, advisor, mentor, and friend to several generations of scholars and writers. A friend of mine who went to Wisconsin for graduate school always spoke highly of McKay and stated more than once that she strove to create a welcoming and nurturing community. I primarily had very limited contact with her through an editorial position I held years ago, and met her once, at a conference. In every instance, she was gracious. Her passing is a tremendous loss, to Wisconsin, to her students and colleagues, to her fellow scholars and to writers, and to American and African-American literatures and literary studies. The Norton volume, her leadership and the program she helped to build at Wisconsin will be among her many legacies.

The Newshour with Jim Lehrer on PBS featured an online conversation with Nellie McKay in 1997 upon the publication of the Norton Anthology. It's worth reading and can be found here.

One quote:

Sometimes readers complain that all the "good" literature is sad and tends to be about the sufferings of people. That's not completely accurate, but "great" literature is often about the ability of the human spirit to rise or not rise above great trials in life. African American literature has much of that quality and since black women suffered equally with black men they also expressed their strength of will and humanity through literature. One thing they also understood from the beginning: there are great differences between how men see their world and how women see their world. Knowing that, black women have fought to have their voices heard as much as black men have fought to be heard. As Anna Julia Cooper, one of the nineteenth century black women included in The Norton Anthology points out, women do not want to have themselves spoken for by black men. So they have produced a literature of their own. Today more black women writers than ever before have access to publishing and they are taking advantage of that. The reading public seems to like what they are doing and their books are selling well. I think that one reason for their popularity is their willingness to write about things that are close to the hearts of many ordinary people. There is a freshness in their works that brings into the public spaces women's perspectives on such issues as concerns for the lives of women and girls, of families, and others whom they love.


She established the Lorraine Hansberry Visiting Professorship in the Dramatic Arts at the University of Wisconsin. To honor her memory, you can donate directly c/o University of Wisconsin Foundation, US Bank Lockbox, Box 78807, Milwaukee, WI, 53726. Checks may be made out to the "UW Foundation, with "In Memory of Nellie McKay" written in the subject line.

Per her suggestion, you may also make a donation to the Children's Defense Fund, 25 E Street NW, Washington, DC, 20001. They ask that checks be made out to "Children's Defense Fund" with "In Memory of Nellie Y. McKay" written on the subject line.

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DustanI also recently learned via an email from Ariel Kenig, the French author of the novel Camping Atlantic (Denoël, 2005), a sometime reader of this blog and friend of Swiss writer and artist Nicolas Pages (whose work I've translated), that Guillaume Dustan, one of the most controversial figures in recent French literature, passed away in October of last year. Last summer I wrote about the demise of the Éditions Balland imprint Le Rayon Gay, which Dustan edited for several years beginning in 1996, and which was my first introduction to him. It would not be too hyperbolic to say that for a brief moment during that period, as French gay and queer life were coming into their maturity, Le Rayon Gay assumed a central role as one of the most important presses for many of the emerging writers of this community. In addition to Pages, Dustan edited and published other younger French and Francophone queer writers such as Erik Rémès, Frédéric Huet, Béatrice Cussol, Laure Ly, Djallil Djellad, Julian Thèves, and Michel Zumkir, as well as translations of non-Francophone writers such as Dorothy Allison, Persimmon Blackledge, and Eve Ensler. At one point I contacted Le Rayon to inquire about possibly publishing Pages's work in a literary journal, and Dustan wrote me back, rather quickly I must add, to say that doing so would be fine. There was no wrangling, no quibbling, rien comme ça.

Dustan's reputation and notoriety rest, however, on his fiction and essays, as well as his extraordinary public persona. He was one of the major exponents of what might be termed autofiction, a genre of writing that blurs and complicates the fixed line between autobiography and fiction (he rejected this term), and, as was evident from his earliest novels, of autopornographie (autopornography), a related, self-evident genre. Born William Baranès in 1965, he was a practicing magistrate by the age of 23, and during the next seven years balanced his professional life with the the charged nocturnal existence that would become the grist for his early novels, under the assumed pseudonym Guillaume Dustan. After learning he was HIV positive, he quit his judgeship, moved to Tahiti, and published three exemplary autofictional works in swift succession, Dans ma chambre (In My Room: POL, Serpent's Tail Press, 1996) and Je sors ce soir (I Go out Tonight: POL, 1997), and Plus fort que moi (Stronger Than I: POL, 1998). These works detail with clinical precision and zero sentimentality a testimony of relentless graphic and raw sex, partying and drugtaking, serial relationships, and a laceratinng philosophical temperament and ethos that I would describe as equal parts Paterian, Nietzschean and Heideggerian. He also began engaging in public polemics, as a proponent of condomless sex, to the horror of Act-Up, while also chronicling his experiences as a person with HIV/AIDS.

Subsequent novels include the Prix de Flore-winning Nicolas Pages (Balland, 1999, and named after the above-mentioned artist who became the object of Dustan's interest), Génie Divin (a dazzling performance, in journal form, in which he takes up once more his advocacy of barebacking), and XLiR (2002) all of which militate, as his Libération obituary notes, against, "heterosexism, orthography, intelligentsia in general, and that of gays in particular." Dustan also staged and participated in public artistic performances, and had a confounding stint on TV. In 2oo4, he published Dernier roman (Last Novel, Flammarion), and followed this with Premier essai: chronique du temps present (First Essay: A Present-Day Chronicle, Flammarion, 2005) in 2005. His projected biography of Andy Warhol remained unfinished at the time of his death at age 40, and as of this writing, most of his novels have yet to be translated into English.

The French online journal Fluctuat.net conducted an interview with Dustan in 2000.

As with Sade, Genet, Colette, Klossowski, Bataille, Foucault, Deleuze, Hocquenghem, and other significant figures from the French tradition, Dustan's writings in years to come will serve as testaments to a fearless and gifted explorer of the outer realms of human desire, pleasure and agency.

Monday, January 23, 2006

African Cup of Nations

A prelude of sorts to this year's World Cup in Germany is playing out in Cairo, where the African Cup of Nations soccer tournament began on Friday. The tournament pits the continent's sixteen top teams against in each other in four groups of round-robin play.

Among the contenders are African World Cup participants Tunisia, which survived poor first-half play to defeat Zambia 4-1 in their opening match; civil-war wracked Côte d'Ivoire (Ivory Coast); Togo, which is suffering from intra-team conflict; Ghana; and Angola. Other qualifying teams include host Egypt; former World Cup fan pleasers Nigeria and Cameroon, neither of whom qualified this go-round; South Africa; Guinea; Senegal; Morocco; Libya; and two countries better known for their ongoing internal sociopolitical crises, Zimbabwe and Democratic Republic of Congo (formerly Zaire).

Group D, comprising Senegal, Nigeria, Ghana, and Zimbabwe, is considered the toughest unit, and any of the first three teams could win the championship, though Senegal has fallen off since its 2004 World Cup success, Nigeria has been known to self-destruct despite having some of the most talented players in the world, and Ghana, a four-time winner of the Nations Cup, will have to outscore Senegal and Nigeria to advance, a tall order. None of the other three draws has as many contenders. Other potential winners include host country Egypt, which has also won 4 Nations Cups and had the most appearances over the tournament history, Tunisia, and Ivory Coast. Togo's coach, Nigerian native Stephen Keshi, and star player, Emmanuel Adebayor, are at loggerheads, and will have to make up if they're to advance out of their group, and down the road, to succeed in Germany. If you're really up on African soccer, you can predict the winners on the BBC's interactive site.

Some photos from before and during the tournament (the official site's photo section is awful):

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Tunisia striker Chawki Ben Saada, center, vies with Ghana's Stephan Appiah, left, and Daniel Idouzai, right (AFP, Fethi Belaid)
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Tunisia's Kaies Ghodhbane, left, takes the ball past Ghanaian defender Samuel Kuffuor in Tunis (AFP, Fethi Belaid)
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The Ivory Coast team train at Cairo football stadium (AP, Ben Curtis)
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Angola's Flavio celebrates goal against Cameroon during African Nations Cup match in Cairo (Reuters, Tara Todras-Whitehill)
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Congo's Lomana Tresor Lua Lua, right, challenges for the ball with Togo's Emmanuel Matthias at the African Nations Cup soccer match between Togo and C (AP, Ben Curtis)
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Arsenal defender Kolo Toure, right, and Arouna Kone of PSV Eindhoven, both playing for the Ivory Coast team, challenge for the ball during a training session (AP, Ben Curtis)

Morocco's Talal El Karkouri and Ivory Coast's Didier Drogba, right, fight for the ball during the African Nations Cup soccer match between Ivory Coast and Morocco (AP, Ben Curtis)
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Ivory Coast's Didier Drogba celebrates his penalty goal during the African Nations Cup soccer match between Ivory Coast and Morocco (AP, Ben Curtis)
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Tunisian Jaidi Radi waves to supporters as his team was qualified for this year's World Cup finals in Germany after a qualifying match against Morocco (AP Photo/Jalil Bounhar)
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Egypt in red, vs. Libya in Green (©Mena, Cup of Nations site)
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Nigeria's Jay-Jay Okocha, past international sensation, now on the verge of retirement from international play (BBC)

Guinea's Ousmane Bangoura, center, celebrates his goal with teammates Pablo Thiam, left, and Kanfory Sylla, right, during the African Nations Cup soccer match between South Africa and Guinea (AP, Ben Curtis)

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Roe v. Wade Anniversary

Today is the 33rd anniversary of the landmark Roe v. Wade decision of 1973, in which the US Supreme Court, headed by Warren Burger, ruled that a woman, in consultation with her doctor, has a constitutionally protected right to an abortion, before fetal viability.

The Warrantless Wiretapper who presided over 152 state executions while governor of Texas (more than any other governor in recent history), and who's decision to launch a war of regime change in Iraq (also known as Iraqmire) is directly responsible for the deaths of over 2,200 US and coalition servicepeople and tens of thousands of Iraqis noncombatants, proclaimed today "National Sanctity of Human Life Day, 2006."

According to the highly respected Guttmacher Institute, the number of abortion providers has fallen, from around 2400 in 1992 to around 1800 in 2000 (under a pro-choice president, no less), and states enacted 52 laws restricting abortion in 2005 alone. Many states have also seen a drop in abortion providers, and there are populous counties in some red states that have no abortion provider at all.

Correlative with this, Feministing.com points to a study by the National Center for Health Statistics that "about 14 percent of recent births to women 15-44 years of age in 2002 were unwanted at time of conception, an increase from the 9 percent seen for recent births in 1995," and that "61 percent of women 25-44 years of age with less than a high school degree reported having had an unintended birth (either mistimed or unwanted at time of conception), compared with 18 percent of women with college degrees."

Meanwhile, right-wing federal appeals court judge Samuel A. Alito, who has gone on the record with his staunch opposition to the Roe v. Wade decision, is encountering stiffening Democratic opposition to his nomination, with Democratic 2nd in command Senator Dick Durbin refusing to rule out a filibuster. The New York Times ("Judge Alito's Radical Views") and New Republic ("Restraining Order") are running strong editorials opposing the confirmation of Alito, who managed to say about as little that was relevant to his potential job as possible during his recent Senate dumbshow, with the complete complicity of the Senate Republicans and the mainstream media, while conveniently suffering attacks of Alzheimers concerning his membership in the ultraconservative, retrograde Concerned Alumni of Princeton.

While I think there may be enough Democratic votes to sustain a filibuster, the real danger would come immediately upon Alito's, or a similar Borkian originalist's ascension to the nation's highest court, particularly on the issue of women's rights, personal bodily autonomy, and possibly contraceptive rights. It would only take Anthony Kennedy, the Roman Catholic, Republican jurist appointed by Ronald Reagun, to join confirmed right-wingers Antonin Scalia, Clarence Thomas, Chief Justice John Roberts, and Alito or someone like him (all men, no less) in overturning Roe; despite Kennedy's recent judicial decisions falling towards the left side of the legal and ideological spectrum (to the utter enragement of extremists like Phyllis Schlafly and Tom DeLay), there is no guarantee that he would not revert to or vote to enable the far-right quorum.

No one should forget that before Roe v. Wade, as the decision's legal text enumerates, almost every US state (as well as many US territories and the Kingdom of Hawai'i) had enacted anti-abortion laws, some dating as far back as the 1820s and 1830s. Despite the availability of prophylactics, spermicides and contraceptives, and prescription abortifacient drugs, women across the country still need access to safe and legal abortion services. Were Roe to be abolished--even in spite of the basic fact that a majority of Americans support the legal right to abortions--there's no guarantee that many states would not enact anti-abortion laws, let alone enact pro-choice legislation. As we know historically, the absence of pro-choice laws, doesn't guarantee no abortions, it ensures that there will be unsafe, illegal ones.

If you believe in women's right to choose, by which I mean the right of access to legal abortions, the right of women to have abortions without criminal penalties, the right of doctors or other qualified and licensed healthcare providers to provide safe abortions without criminal penalties, and the right to personal bodily autonomy, please contact your elected officials, especially your US Senators, who are set to vote on Samuel Alito, and let them know what you're thinking.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

On the Bookshelf: Winter 2006

On the bookshelf (when I get a free moment):

Neal's Book
Achmat Dangor, Kafka's Curse (Kwela Books, 1997)
James Elkins, editor, Art History vs. Aesthetics (Routledge, 2006)
E. Patrick Johnson and Mae G. Henderson, editors, Black Queer Studies (Duke, 2006)
James Kirwin, Sublimity (Routledge, 2005)
Anders Monson, Other Electricities: Stories (Sarabande, 2005)
Mark Anthony Neal, New Black Man (Routledge, 2005)
Mikki van Zyl and Melissa Steyn, Performing Queer: Shaping Sexualities 1994-2004 (Social Identities in South Africa Series: Kwela Books, 2005)
Flora Veit-Wild and Dirk Naguschewski, Body, Sexuality, and Gender: Version and Subversions in African Literatures 1 (Rodopi, 2005)
Paul Virilio, Negative Horizon (Continuum, 2005)

Friday, January 20, 2006

Black Queer Studies Conference at Northwestern University

Today, for those in the Chicagoland area:

The Northwestern University Department of African American Studies, Department of Performance Studies, Weinberg College of Arts and Sciences, School of Communication, and the Diaspora Institute present:

Black Queer Studies: A Symposium and Book Launch

January 20, 2006
Norris Campus Center
The Northwestern Room
1999 Campus Drive
Evanston Campus
http://aquavite.northwestern.edu/maps/buildinglookup.cgi?lookupid=110

8:00-9:00: Continental Breakfast

9:00-9:30 Opening Remarks
Dwight A. McBride, Chair and Leon Forrest Professor of African American Studies, Northwestern University
Mae G. Henderson, Professor of English, University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill
E. Patrick Johnson, Associate Professor of Performance Studies and African American Studies, Northwestern University

9:30-11:00 Sharon Holland, Associate Professor of English and African American Studies, University of Illinois at Chicago
"What is 'Queer' about Our Critique?: Some Thoughts about New Directions in (Black) Queer Studies?"
Moderator: Sandra Richards, Professor of African American Studies, Theater, and Performance Studies, Northwestern University
Respondents: Barnor Hesse, Associate Professor of African American Studies, Political Science, and Sociology, Northwestern University
Tasha Hawthorne: Graduate Student, Department of English, Northwestern University

11:15-12:45 Kevin Mumford, Assistant Professor of History, University of Iowa
"Joseph Beam and Re-Writing the History of Sexuality"
Moderator: Darlene Clark Hine, Board of Trustees Professor of African American Studies and History, Northwestern University
Respondents: Martha Biondi, Associate Professor of African American Studies and History, Northwestern University
Jeffrey McCune: Graduate Student, Department of Performance Studies, Northwestern University

2:00-3:30 Devon Carbado, Professor of Law, University of California, Los Angeles
"Black Rights, Gay Rights, Civil Rights: What Makeup Has To Do With It?"
Moderator: Cathy Cohen, Professor of Political Science, University of Chicago
Respondents: Marlon Bailey, U.C. Chancellor's Postdoctoral Fellow in Gender and Women's Studies, University of California, Berkeley
Tamara Roberts: Graduate Student, Department of Performance Studies, Northwestern University

3:45-5:15 Natasha Tinsley, Assistant Professor of English, University of Minnesota
"Black Atlantic, Queer Atlantic: An International Framework for Black Queer Studies"
Moderator: Alex Weheliye, Assistant Professor of English and African American Studies, Northwestern University
Respondents: Darrell Moore, Associate Professor of Philosophy and African & Black Diaspora Studies, DePaul University
Coya Paz, Graduate Student in Performance Studies, Northwestern University

5:15-5:30 Closing Remarks
Jennifer DeVere Brody, Associate Professor of English, African American Studies, and Performance Studies, Northwestern University

5:30-7:30 Reception and book signing by Dr E. Patrick. Johnson and Dr. Mae G. Henderson
Norris Center Michigan Room


Cosponsored by: The Department of English, the Program in Gender Studies, the Graduate School, and the Department of History.

This event is free and open to the public.
For information on local accommodations or for further information on the symposium, please call the Department of African American Studies at 847-491-5122.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Representing Blond(e)s + the Racially/Ethnically Mixed

For a long time I've wanted to write something about what I see as the American obsession with blond(e)s and blondeness, a fixation this country's media actively inculcate into our national and individual consciousnesses (I never tire of Alexander Kluge's and Oskar Negt's conceptual term, "industrialize"), while also exporting to all corners of the world through Hollywood and TV shows. But in the past, when I've begun, I just can't muster the interest or stamina to finish it, because it seems there's just so much to say; untangling the knot of social, political and cultural (white) American imaginaries (in Edouard Glissant's broader sense of the term, not Jacques Lacan's) and their related discourses and and discursive practices and productions; the history of racial representations, particularly racial iconography and imagery, both before and after the advent of photography, then cinema and later television; the semiology, economy and il/logic of white supremacy; corporate America's (including Hollywood and the visual media's) marketing and commodification systems, and so on, would require more brainpower and energy than I have at the moment. So I'm going to post two articles by others (and link to one I linked to a while ago). But, let me say first:

What initially provoked the unfinished entries were several things: first of all, whenever I teach my introductory fiction classes, one of the things I notice when I have my students create a fictional character that they'll carry through several different subsequent narrative exercises is how often they make the characters "blond(e)." I find that this tends to be the case for most (but not all of) my White students, as well as my Asian-American students (except the South Asian-American female students), but fairly rare for my African-American and Latino students (I actually have taught very few Latino students). (It also is less of an issue with my honors-level student writers, who have almost to a person written complex texts that challenge and push nearly every fictional convention, from the level of language itself to the thematics and structure.) Most of my students, at least if I'm recollecting right, are from a range of European ethnicities, with varying shades of brown, but while the authors I assign describe a range of characters and physical types--be it James Joyce, Anton Chekhov, Junot Díaz, Toni Cade Bambara, or Jhumpa Lahiri--it seems the interior ideation is (a) blond(e). Or, if my student writers are blond(e)s and I require everyone to create a character with different physical characteristics from themselves, inevitably the blond(e) students will create another central or important character who's (a) blond(e). Usually the students will make the most desired or attractive or "beautiful" characters "blond(e)." Blond(e)ness, in conjunction with thinness, wealth, and other markers of social and cultural capital becomes a signifyer for desirability and social and aesthetic importance. This is especially the case with female characters, though blond male characters also predominate. It also turns out that many of my graduate students also are writing about blond(e)s as well. In the new quarter, of two stories I've read, one had a protagonist who was, during her college years and at the height of her attractiveness...blonde. I encourage my students to write what they want to write, and I want to make it clear that I'm not casting aspersions on or criticizing their choices. But over the years I've begun to note this blond preponderance, which I see as a reflection and symptom of larger societal issues at play.

(Sometimes things go overboard. A few years ago I had one young man who wrote a story in which a young blonde woman was threatened by a Black male, and was saved a by a blond male "angel"-type character, who emasculated the Black male character in response. That led to a very serious but civil class discussion about racial depictions, stereotypes, violence in narratives, the need to take responsibility for one's work, and so on. A few of the students were horrified to silence by the text, several glossed right over the racial aspects, and the author never returned to the class after that.) Sometimes the only characteristics in terms of physical descriptions of characters, regardless of attractiveness, desirability or not, will be that the character is "blond(e)," although in the last few years I've had several students write about "red-heads" (they usually have been "redheads"). In counterpoint, several years ago I had a few stories in which the "unattractive" characters were described as having "dark" hair or were fat. In every introductory and graduate fiction class I discuss stereotypes (and archetypes, as this is a standard element of understanding characterization), and in my sociology of writing class last year we broached this question of the "blond" imaginary (again, think Glissant, not Lacan); most of the students (fine writers all of them) who were prone to doing so admitted that they hadn't even thought about it, or weren't aware of the recourse to "blond(e)s" and "blond(e)ness."

Then, last spring, I had a White female graduate fiction student come to my office to meet with me. I had never taught or worked with this person before, but as is the case with our graduate program in creative writing, which is fairly new, I and other professors supervise graduate students in our genre area (mine is fiction) for an independent study or for thesis work. We agreed that we would meet, she'd bring me her work, and we'd figure out if I could work with her. This particular student came to the office, and after expressing momentary surprsise when she saw me, she took and seat and we began chatting. The conversation engaged us both, I thought, though after our discussion I wasn't convinced that I'd be right to work with her, but I said that I'd read her submissions through. When we reached a pause toward the end of the meeting, she began to tell me that she was surprised when I'd opened the door. Given my name, she said, she'd expected me to be "tall" and "blond." I think she may also have thought I'd be older, but I've blocked that out. I was a bit taken aback--years ago I'd had an older Black woman at a scholarship committee tell me that she thought, given where I was enrolled for my undergraduate education, that I'd be "taller"--???--and I imagine that some students may be surprised to have a Black fiction or literary studies professor walk into the room if they've never studied with me, but I've never had anyone voice this, let alone say they expected me to be "blond." To my face, no less. I responded with a joke about being tall (well, I'm almost 6' but the Midwest is the land of giants), and with a short comment about how in fact a former coworker, a gregarious Italian-Irish-American, had gone to Ireland years ago and when he returned, eagerly told me he met my close relative drinking in a pub--the famous Irish writer and author of The River, John Keane, after which this student scrunched up her face, apparently in confusion. At this point, I rose and she realized it was time to leave.

Of course I'm not conflating these teaching experiences with the America as a whole, but I do see great resonances between the students' blond(e) imaginary, so to speak, and my third prompt, which is the persistence in the mainstream media and entertainment industry of the obsession with blondes. I've already written about the Natalee Holloway fixation and the her function as a sociopsychological victim-prosthesis, and I need not catalogue the numerous examples, large and small, with which we're bombarded with images of blondness as equalling or approximating beauty, and serving as a proxy for idealized Whiteness. One could talk even about blondness's irruptions in Black American cultural production; for example, as a signifier of a kind of mute idealized femininity in an all-Black film like Set It Off, where the femme girlfriend of Queen Latifah's butch never speaks and sports a blond close-cropped cut; or the blondness of Beyoncé, who after she broke away from Destiny's Child kept getting blonder and blonder, with even her skin tone blanched out in some advertisements; or any number of hiphop and R&B stars who went "blond" for a spell or for good, like Li'l Kim, Mary J. Blige, Eve, and so on; or J-Lo, who had short, dark tresses when on In Living Color, then long, lightened (but not blonde, if I'm remember correctly) hair during her breakout hit period and her relationships with P-Diddy and Chris Judd, but eventually became a blonde (often photographed with matte, very light foundation) during her superstar moment with Ben Affleck (as Bennifer or J-Fleck), before she returned to a more ethnically marked appearance after hooking up with singer and fellow Boricua Marc Anthony. Et cetera.

I know little about the history of blondness and America's obssession with and iconographic emphasis on female blondes, though I know there are books out there on this topic that I should check out. Obviously it goes quite far back, at least in cinematic terms, to early silent-film stars like Lillian Gish, who if I can recall correctly (and I'm quite bad at recollecting specifics of movies I haven't seen in years) in Birth of a Nation (1915) is the blonde Northern woman (Elsie Stoneman?) who is rescued from the licentious lieutenant governor, Silas Lynch and the rampaging Black Reconstructionists (and their Northern White "carpetbagger" and "radical" allies) in the film, by no less than the Ku Klux Klan. To take another notorious example, there's the iconography of the original King Kong, which I watched on Turner Classic Movies down in DR! In it the blonde, played by Fay Wray, is to be sacrified by the Black "savages" of the island to the monstrous super-gorilla, Kong, and...well, no need to go there. I hadn't realized, however, until reading a Village Voice review, that it was Hitler's favorite film and was retitled King Kong and the White Woman when it played during the Nazi period. (I won't even get into Nazi and Nazi-related propaganda.) Hollywood's emphasis on blonde female stars has been fairly consistent, it appears, especially since Greta Garbo, with the apogees perhaps being Jean Harlow, Marlene Dietrich, Ingrid Bergman, Carol Lombard, Joan Blondell, Marilyn Monroe, Judy Holliday, Grace Kelly, Lana Turner, and Doris Day, though there have been some major brunettes, red-heads and dark-haired White female stars (Judy Garland, Bette Davis, Lauren Bacall, Joan Crawford, Hedy Lamarr, Katherine Hepburn, Elizabeth Taylor, Debby Reynolds, Audrey Hepburn, etc.), but it strikes me that in recent years Hollywood has returned to its blonde female fixation with a vengeance. In terms of male stars, it seems that many of the major male stars from the silent era on through the 1980s weren't blondes, with some exceptions (Joel McCrea, then later James Dean, Tab Hunter and Troy Donahue in the teen hearthrob films of the 1950s), and Hollywood has never pushed male blondness as relentlessly as female blondness. Wasn't the ideal even "tall, (not too) dark and handsome?" (Gary Cooper, Cary Grant, Gregory Peck, John Gavin, etc.) But even the new James Bond--a role defined by the swarthy Sean Connery, and subsequent brunets Roger Moore (unspeakably dull, that one) and Pierce Brosnan--is now--you got it, a blond! (I can't remember his name.) But TV it seems has been a bit different, especially since the late 1970s and early 1980s, especially once the conservative political triumphs under Ronald Reagan took hold, with blond males abounding. I don't have stats, though, and this is just my impression. (I should add that I realize that the contemporary blond(e) obsession is of a piece with other larger cultural movements, and I am not forgetting some of the perceptive arguments of colleagues like Dwight McBride, in his collection Why I Hate Abercrombie & Fitch.)

Anyways, having written all of that, let me now link to the article I came across in Yahoo! News's opinion section, by Sheryl McCarthy, from USA Today. It's entitled "'Blonde is beautiful' mystique," and raises some interesting points, connecting the blond(e) fixation to the larger issues of racism, colorism, classism, and so on. A quote:

"Is it politically correct for us to see King Kong?" a friend joked when the latest version of the movie classic opened. A movie clip that shows Kong staring mesmerized at the fair Ann Darrow, played by Naomi Watts, caused me some uneasiness because it's hard not to see the subliminal racism in a story about a big black beast falling tragically in love with a pale blonde beauty.

But lured by reviews touting the special effects and the dramatic story, I went to see the movie anyway. While it certainly has racial overtones, I was more disturbed by its gender message: that fair-skinned blondeness is the essence of female beauty, so powerful an aphrodisiac that it can tame a savage beast.

King Kong is just the latest ripple in a cultural tidal wave of celebrations of a certain kind of Caucasian beauty. Pick up a newspaper or magazine, or watch the entertainment shows on television, and you're bombarded with a profusion of blondes: Paris, the Nicoles (Ritchie and Kidman), Scarlett, Charlize, Ashlee, Gwyneth, Mary-Kate and Ashley, to name a few. Even the African-American hottie of the moment, Beyonce, has golden skin and flowing blonde hair, while Halle Berry, the African-American actress most celebrated for her beauty, is fair with white features. Even in movies with predominantly black casts, the female objects of desire are consistently fairer than their male counterparts.

As I said, she goes on to make related points that I think are pretty interesting. What do you brilliant readers think?

An interesting counterpoint involves a psychological study in Australia, which showed that "mixed" raced people were rated more "beautiful" than ethnically or racially pure (though no such category exists, of course) people. As Deborah Smith, the science editor at the Sydney Morning Herald writes in "She's got the look, and science can prove it": "Caucasians and Asians rated average Eurasian faces as more attractive than average faces of either race. They also judged Eurasian faces to be healthier, giving credence to theory that beauty is not solely determined by culture and the media, but has biological origins." The article continues, with a healthy does of orientalism (unironically):

Ben Lilley, the head of Sydney ad agency Smart, said advertisers risked appearing old-fashioned if their models were not exotic-looking. He said young Australians tended to have friends from many different racial backgrounds and celebrated this diversity. "So we try very hard to ensure we use an interesting cross-section of youth, rather than the Anglo-Saxon Australian stereotype."

Dominique Longheon, the general manager of Chic Model Management in Sydney, said blonde models no longer dominated the Asian model market, particularly in Hong Kong and Singapore. "Once, every ad had your typical Swedish girl, but the flavour for the past two years has been Eurasian," he said.

The article goes on to make the claim that though the health of the Eurasian people used in the study wasn't known, "there is evidence that having parents from very different ancestries may reduce the chances of inheriting two copies of harmful genetic mutations." Yet a New York Times article a while back noted that many African-Americans had inherited from their European ancestors a gene, long common in parts of Europe and thus , that might lead to heart attacks.

One immediate question I had about this concerned "mixed" race people in this hemisphere--most Latinos (Mestizos, Afrolatinos, etc.), most African-Americans (who have African, and varying degrees of European and Native American ancestry), mixed-raced "White" people (who have some Native American, or submerged African ancestry), self-described "mixed" race people (including Latinos, "biracials, etc.), Eurasians/Amerasians, mixed African-South Asian people from Trinidad and Guyana, and so on. How applicable would such a study be here, for example, would the same sort of outcome occur, and what might the role of cultural and aesthetic biases play? What other aesthetic criteria would come into play? How overtly "mixed" would a person have to look to fit the criteria? Would people from a society (the USA, let's say) relentlessly weaned on a particular physical-aesthetic ideal, like blond(e)ness, make the same or even similar choices? Just wondering.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Politics

Paul Hackett (at left, with a UAW member, from his Flickr.com site) is a Marine, Iraq War veteran and outspoken Democratic candidate who challenged Republican Jean Schmidt in 2005 for an open Congressional seat in southwestern Ohio. Hackett started at a huge disadvantage in terms of funding and name recognition, and also was challenging a well-known Republican in a district that Warantless Wiretapper had won by a sizable margin (at least according to the pro-GOP Diebold's machines) in 2004. Hackett even had the chutzpah to call out the Warantless Wiretapper on his disastrous management of Iraqmire before the election.

It wasn't suprising, therefore, that Hackett ended up losing to the nutty Schmidt, who managed to distinguish herself later in 2005 when, wearing a US flag sweater and tilting to her side like the Tower of Pisa, she viciously attacked the patriotism of Democrat and war-veteran Rep. John Murtha (PA) on the floor of the House. (SNL's Rachel Dratch lampooned the episode last fall, as the photo below right shows.) But what was surprising is that Hackett lost by only a small margin (or at least according to the Diebold machines).

Hackett is back, again challenging a Republican for a high profile seat. He has tossed his buzzcut into the ring to vie for the Democratic ticket that will face incumbent Ohio Republican Senator Mike DeWine. I can remember when Ohio had two moderate-to-liberal Democrats representing it, astronaut John Glenn and Howard Metzenbaum, but since their retirement in the 1990s, Ohio has seated two moderate-to-right Republicans (the other being George Voinovich, the state's former governor, who broke into tears at the thought of mustering the courage to denounce recess-appointee UN Ambassador and wacko John Bolton). DeWine is moderate only in comparison with the extremist elements in his party, and in general, he tends to vote along party lines. His current favorability ratings aren't good, his party is embroiled in a range of scandals both in Ohio (the ethics, Noe rare coin and money laundering scandals) and in Washington (Abramoff, DeLay, Plamegate, NSA warrantless wiretapping, etc.), and he is hardly what you'd call charismatic. In addition, he had his own brush with scandal when one of his staffers, "Washingtonienne" (also known as Jessica Cutler) admitted that she was screwing all kinds of high profile men in Washington. Not that that's a big deal, except that she was working for a "family values" Republican!

Hackett actually has to defeat Sherrod Brown, a Democratic Congressman with a decent record, in the primaries, in order to face DeWine. I believe current polls show Brown with a slight lead over Hackett, and with a lead over DeWine. But Hackett appeals to me a lot more because he regularly speaks with utter candor and says the sorts of things that Democrats should be saying. And he doesn't back down. (He's a Marine, after all.) Such as when he called Warrantless Wiretapper a "coward" before the election against Schmidt. Or like now, where he basically says what most Democrats, and far too many Republicans, pussyfoot around: that the radical right-wing GOP extremists are extremists.

The Republican Party has been hijacked by the religious fanatics that, in my opinion, aren't a whole lot different than Osama bin Laden and a lot of the other religious nuts around the world," he said. "The challenge is for the rest of us moderate Americans and citizens of the world to put down the fork and spoon, turn off the TV, and participate in the process and try to push back on these radical nuts - and they are nuts."

Naturally, this sent the Ohio GOP (which actually has a road show happening right now in which one nutcase compares our democracy and the separation between Church and State to Nazi Germany) into a tizzy. But did Hackett cower and simper and apologize? As Usher might say, "Hell no!" Instead, this was his response:

I said it. I meant it. I stand behind it. Equal justice under the law for all regardless of who they are and how they were born is fundamental to our American spirit and our American freedoms. Any person or group that argues that the law should not apply equally to all Americans is, frankly, un-American.

The Republican Party has been hijacked by religious fanatics, who are out of touch with mainstream America. Think of the recent comments by Pat Robertson - a religious fanatic by any measure - that the United States should assassinate a democratically elected leader in Venezuela, and that Ariel Sharon's stroke was divine punishment because Sharon wished to trade land for peace."

Since the Republican Party has been utterly unable to stand for something positive, they have created an atmosphere of fear and intimidation, and have pandered to religious fanatics not to vote for something they believe in, but to vote against their fellow Americans with whom they disagree. Those among us who would use religion and politics to divide rather than unite Americans should be ashamed.

Tell it, Paul Hackett! Why oh why can't more Democrats be this frank and forthright? I admit that in my scheme of things, I rarely come across people who think that Pat Robertson is a sane person, but I am willing to venture that the majority of people out there do not. And I don't just mean in the Blue states. This man is certifiable. His own wife even said years ago that

Pat, I've tried to adjust to this 'saved' jag you're on, but you've become a fanatic. All you do is read that Bible all day and sit around and talk to Jesus. I'm a nurse. I recognize schizoid tendencies when I see them, and I think you're sick. It's just not normal for a man to walk out on his wife and leave her with a small child when she's expecting a baby any minute -- while he goes off into the woods to talk to God. God doesn't tell people to do things like that. At least, my God doesn't. (Quote via PositiveAtheist.com)

I've already sent Hackett one donation, and I think I'll contribute something more soon. I want to see him in the Senate, especially if the Democrats win it back. The Warrantless Wiretapper will spend his final two years wishing he had never gotten his gang (including Supreme Court Chief Justice John Roberts) to mob the 2000 election from Al Gore.

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Al Gore 2004Speaking of Former Vice President and President Gore (at right, from Al Gore 2004), he gave one of the best and most courageous speeches on Monday, when he laid out the case for the illegality of the Warrantless Wiretapper's domestic eavesdropping on American citizens, which appears to have been far more extensive than W has so far admitted. Gore broke it down, as he's been doing since he stumbled his way out of office in 2000 (where was this fire back then, especially when the media kept tearing him down, as Maureen Dowd saw fit to do yet again today)?

From AFP, via AmericaBlog:

What we do know about that pervasive wiretapping virtually compels the conclusion that the president of the United States has been breaking the law repeatedly and consistently," Gore said during an event honoring Martin Luther King Jr. here.

Speaking on the US public holiday honoring the slain civil rights hero, the former vice president noted that King was himseld the target of secret FBI wiretaps for several years.

"It is especially important to recall that for the last several years of his life, Doctor King was illegally wiretapped, one of the hundred of thousands of Americans whose private communications were intercepted by the US governement during that period," Gore said....

"Just one month ago, Americans awoke to the shocking news that in spite of this long settled law the executive branch has been secretly spying on large numbers of Americans for the last four years," Gore said.

Gore called for the appointment of a special counsel to investigate "what many believe are serious violations".


Naturally, the Warrantless Wiretapper's administration responded with lies and claimed that Gore was a hypocrite because Bill Clinton had done it so that was excuse enough. (Only Clinton hadn't authorized warrantless wiretaps after the change in the law, as has been pointed out in numerous fact-based journalistic organs.) So Gore responded within a day, breaking it down for the liars:

There are two problems with the Attorney General's effort to focus attention on the past instead of the present Administration's behavior. First, as others have thoroughly documented, his charges are factually wrong. Both before and after the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act was amended in 1995, the Clinton/Gore Administration complied fully and completely with the terms of the law.

Second, the Attorney General's attempt to cite a previous administration's activity as precedent for theirs - even though factually wrong - ironically demonstrates another reason why we must be so vigilant about their brazen disregard for the law. If unchecked, their behavior would serve as a precedent to encourage future presidents to claim these same powers, which many legal experts in both parties believe are clearly illegal.

The issue, simply put, is that for more than four years, the executive branch has been wiretapping many thousands of American citizens without warrants in direct contradiction of American law. It is clearly wrong and disrespectful to the American people to allow a close political associate of the president to be in charge of reviewing serious charges against him.

The country needs a full and independent investigation into the facts and legality of the present Administration's program.


We all know, they don't want that....

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Another refreshing Democrat gave his inaugural gubernatorial address today: Jon Corzine, the progressive, multimillionaire former Senator and new governor of New Jersey. Corzine's speech was pretty revolutionary; he basically called for a complete ethical housecleaning by Democrats, and a return to government by and for the people of the state. This is the sort of approach that many voters in New Jersey have been hoping for, and he definitely delivered.

MyDD quotes the new Governor Corzine:
What we need is not a new day of reform, but a new era. An era where working with or serving in New Jersey state government is not viewed as a chance to make a deal, but as an opportunity to make a difference. A way to enrich, not the well connected, but the lives of our children, our working families, our veterans, and retirees. Public integrity is not just about reputation or principles, as important as each is. What's at stake is social justice and fiscal responsibility. Every dollar squandered in violation of the public trust is a book not bought for a classroom, a prescription drug with a higher co-pay, meals-on-wheels not delivered, a road or science lab not built. With a multi-billion dollar structural deficit, mismanagement and misappropriation cannot and will not be tolerated.

As to how far he'll get given the entrenched power structure, it remains to be seen, but he's making it quite clear that he's not in office to play footsy as the previous, DL Democrat (also known as James McGreevey) did. I can only imagine that it made the GOP--the less moderate among them--retch, because the better Corzine turns out to be, the more other Democrats in the Garden State will benefit.

A more conservative Democrat but consummate showman, Governor Rod Blagojevich (at right, looking like a bashful 9th grader), gave his Illinois State of the State address today. He managed to make it seem like the Prairie State was approaching a state of true perfection on every level, or close to it, but then Blago has never lacked for the Barnum & Bailey touch. He promised so much, particular to middle-class voters, that it seemed as if he were reading off a wish list that was being whispered into his ear. He also was touting Keno gambling as if it were best pick-you-up since Viagra. I particularly like how he channels John F. Kennedy in his self-presentation and perorations, which have the effect of both being stirring at times and sounding a bit...phony. I don't even he buys all the crap he says, but he knows how to package it. His best lines, I thought, came when he defended women's reproductive rights, and threw down the gantlet to any Republicans (or Democrats or anyone else) who'd attempt to pass greater restrictions not only on access to abortion and reproductive services, but to contraceptives. Last year, in response to a "religious objector" pharmacists who refused to fill day-after pill prescriptions, Blago issued an executive order requiring them to do so. The post-speech commentary by Republicans that I heard was, as always, very negative and dismissive; Blago burns them up. Yet while his popularity has tanked a bit as a result of allegations of corruption (this is Illinois, after all), he laid out an agenda that ought to appeal quite well to the suburbs ringing Chicago, which, with the city, constitute the major population center of the state.

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Johnson-SirleafThis week saw the people of Chile electing of an atheist, Socialist physician who also is a single-mother of three as their new President, Dr. Michelle Bachelet (below, at right, photo by Cardenas), and the inauguration of the first democratically elected female president in Africa's and Liberia's history, Dr. Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf (at left, from Runningafrica.com).

BacheletIn the case of the former, she defeated a multibillionaire right-winger, and will now preside over one of the most high-growth in South America while still following a moderate leftist platform. In the case of the latter, she leads a country that has to be reconstituted, from the ground up. In the cases of both, female voters were key to their wins; poor and working-class women overwhelmingly supported Bachelet over her megarich, Opus Dei-connected opponent, while women of all ages cast votes on behalf of former cabinet member and technocrat Johnson-Sirleaf over her popular but grossly inexperienced rival, former soccer star George Weah. In both nations, issues of women's rights and equality are paramount, and I believe it's likely that both Bachelet and Johnson-Sirleaf will focus on them amidst the myriad other points of concern and responsibilities they face.

I am rooting for both women. But I especially am wishing the best for Johnson-Sirleaf, who has one of the hardest tasks any democratically elected leader in the world must attend to.

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NaginThen there the case of the sexy but obviously troubled mayor of New Orleans, Ray Nagin. What to add to all the comments out there in the blogosphere about his comments on Martin Luther King Jr. Day? I do think people are getting a bit too worked up when they complain about him being a "racist" for calling for New Orleans to be a majority-Black, "chocolate" city again (though really, even though DC has had that designation for years, doesn't Atlanta or Detroit or some other city (Gary, Indiana?) deserve it?); though Nagin phrased his comment inartfully, the idea behind it, of bringing back the many thousands of dispossessed people, most of whom are Black, is hardly racist and actually what ought to be done, especially given some of the suggestions for land seizure and a kind of racial cleansing that have been put forth by some non-Black residents and non-residents of the Crescent City. To me the truly wacky and offensive comment out of Nagin's mouth--which I realize is an affect of religious rhetoric, but still, in 2006, quite wacky--was the statement that "God is punishing" Black people. Please, Ray Nagin, you've got better sense than this. You do. I know your job is stressful. I know you have never gotten over having to lay off half your staff last June. I know you wish you could have done a better job when Hurricane Katrina hit. I know you wish your police department had disintegrated before your eyes. I know you wish you hadn't had to preside over scenes of destruction and suffering the likes of which America hasn't seen publicly in a few years. I know you were a Republican who became a Democrat and have only gotten over the strain of actually acting like you cared about the dispossessed Black people is wearing on you.

Because I think the hurricane and its heckuva aftermath probably provoked an epiphany for you. These were your people, not the cable company and business execs and other folks you were palling around with, who were bankrolling you. No, the people crying out and dying in the drowned streets of New Orleans were you people, and you made that pretty clear. You weren't faking the funk. But epiphany or not, blaming unforeseen natural events and the effects of human incompetence on God solves nothing, and isn't going to help you. It may get you a few more votes next time around but you end up looking like a fool, you find yourself having to apologize, which means you make even more ridiculous statements, and then people really wonder if you're not as nutty as, oh, Pat Robertson. As you know, they'll cut him slack they won't cut you.

Monday, January 16, 2006

Martin Luther King, Jr. Day

Martin Luther King Jr. (1929-1968)

MLK Jr.From his speech, "The Birth of a New Nation," a sermon delivered on April 7, 1957 at Dexter Avenue Baptist Church, Montgomery, Alabama, on struggle, resistance, nonviolence, and the new nation of Ghana (quotation courtesy of MLKonline.net):

"So don’t go out this morning with any illusions. Don’t go back into your homes and around Montgomery thinking that the Montgomery City Commission and that all of the forces in the leadership of the South will eventually work out this thing for Negroes. It’s going to work out; it’s going to roll in on the wheels of inevitability. If we wait for it to work itself out, it will never be worked out. Freedom only comes through persistent revolt, through persistent agitation, through persistently rising up against the system of evil. The bus protest is just the beginning. Buses are integrated in Montgomery, but that is just the beginning. And don’t sit down and do nothing now because the buses are integrated, because if you stop now we will be in the dungeons of segregation and discrimination for another hundred years, and our children and our children’s children will suffer all of the bondage that we have lived under for years. It never comes voluntarily. We’ve got to keep on keeping on in order to gain freedom. It never comes like that. It would be fortunate if the people in power had sense enough to go on and give up, but they don’t do it like that. It is not done voluntarily, but it is done through the pressure that comes about from people who are oppressed.

"If there had not been a Gandhi in India with all of his noble followers, India would have never been free. If there had not been an Nkrumah and his followers in Ghana, Ghana would still be a British colony. If there had not been abolitionists in America, both Negro and white, we might still stand today in the dungeons of slavery. And then because there have been, in every period, there are always those people in every period of human history who don’t mind getting their necks cut off, who don’t mind being persecuted and discriminated and kicked about, because they know that freedom is never given out, but it comes through the persistent and the continual agitation and revolt on the part of those who are caught in the system. Ghana teaches us that."
(Photo by Benedict Fernandez, from the John F. Kennedy Library and Museum, Boston)

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Poem: Varjesh Solanki

Recently I came across the following poem, which I found pretty interesting, enjoying its "found" quality and the ironic critique of globalization. I copied it directly from Poetry International, and it's by one of India's younger poets writing in Marathi, Varjesh Solanki (1970-).

According to the brief biography on that site, he works "with an engineering firm
in Mumbai." The publishing firm Abhidhanantar Prakashan published his collection, Varjesh Ishwarlal Solankichya Kavita, in 2002, and he's received "various prestigious awards for his poetry, including the Kusumagraj Pratishthan’s Vishakha Puraskar and Vasant Sawant Puraskar."

The bio notes that his work has been translated into Hindi and Malayam and, with this piece by Sachin Ketkar, into English as well. (The site also features poems in Marathi and translation by a small selection of other poets, as well as Ketkar's discussion of recent Marathi poetry and his new anthology,
Live Update: An Anthology of Recent Marathi Poetry.)


POEMS OF ADVERTISEMENTS

(1)

About films: wanted boys and girls for a new TV serial,
Smart, young, having a good command over language, contact us
With your photo for the screen test. Earn! Earn! Earn! Ten thousand a month
A golden opportunity for the unemployed. Education no bar. A company
With American base wants sales boys and sales girls for door-to-door marketing
Meet with your bio-data. Vasai: the second Konkan. Green Heaven Restaurant
Just five minutes from the station. Recognised by CIDCO.
Twenty-four hours water supply.
With ultra modern amenities. Loan facility available.
Booking open. Are you depressed?
Take two pills of super deluxe before sleep
And experience the power and strength
Which you once had. Internet marriage: www.marathilagna.com 45/55 Marathi caste
Fill up online forms. Regarding change of names: I, Vithya Dagdo Gaitonde
From today onwards will be called Vikas Dagdo Gaitonde as per
Maharashtra gazette no. xxxx dated xx/xx/xx.
Sanju, please come back
From wherever you are, your mummy and papa are waiting for you.
Entire Patil family.
Solve the crossword no. 514. Please don’t send it to our office address
Or try to contact
Our office regarding the same.

(2)

Prayer can change your life. Meet Baba Roshan Bangali.
You will get any job you want please contact at xxxxx. A Choice in your hands.
Security in your hands. Swadeshi apnao! Desh bachao! Lost: a brown coloured
Resin bag along with mark sheets and leaving certificates. If found please return to
The address mentioned below. You will be suitably rewarded. Get rid of alcohol addiction
Without bringing the drunkard here or informing him. Restore peace in the house.
Vada Pav, a drama about the contemporary political situation. Actors: the usual ones.
Date xx/xx/xx evening 6.30 pm Azad Maidan. Abortion in just Rs 90/- you will be
Back by evening. Virar. Akkalkot Maharaj Bhajani Mandal at 7.45. Jai Hind.

3)

You will get fresh sugarcane juice here. As this wall belongs to the railways
Don’t spew on it, urinate, or soil it. If anyone is found doing the same
That person will be liable for punishment under the railways law.
Opening
Shortly xx coaching classes. Success guaranteed. Vada pav 3.50/- airtime 1.49/-
Filter water avoid grub. Jo chahe ho jaye Coca Cola enjoy.
Use Nirodh with maids.
Prevent AIDS. Don’t park vehicles in front of this gate.
Hawkers prohibited.
Stick no bills.
We will accept old newspapers, brass, copper,
Aluminium waste and torn notes here.
xx road was paved with tar due to the efforts of the indefatigable leader
Of our party Shri xxxx.
The appreciative citizens are requested to regard this.
Yeh davakhana is jagah pe tees saal se chaloo hai.
Wanted boys and girls for packing in a plastic company.
No conditions
Of education or experience. Meet us in working hours.
Ground floor
Alley no 6
Stove/ burner repairer Raju has gone to his village
So this shop will remain closed for a month.

© Translation: 2005, Sachin Ketkar
From: Live Update: An Anthology of Recent Marathi Poetry (Ed. Sachin Ketkar)
Publisher: Poetrywala, Mumbai, 2005
ISBN: 81-89621-00-9

Translator’s Notes:
Vasai, Virar: suburbs of Mumbai
Konkan: the south-western coastal part of Maharashtra well known for its greenery
Choice: brand name of a contaceptive pill
Swadeshi apnao! Desh bachao!: Use indigenous goods and save the nation; a slogan
Vada pav: a common fast food in Maharashtra
Akkalkot Maharaj: a famous Maharashtrian saint
Bhajani Mandal : a troupe of people who sing bhajans or devotional songs
Jai Hind: Victory to India
Jo chahe ho jaaye Coca Cola enjoy: Enjoy Coke whatever happens; slogan for Coke
Nirodh: brand name of condoms
Yeh davakhana is jagah pe tees saal se chaloo hai.: This hospital has been running for the past
20 years.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Saturday Gumbo

0Last night I finally saw Michael Hanneke's 2005 film Caché (photo at right, from Espoocine.com) easily one of the best films I've seen this year, so I'll post on it in maybe tomorrow. It was the sort of film that immediately made me want to puzzle out its implications and discuss it with someone. If it's in your area, you're not too literally minded, and don't mind a tiny bit of violence and gore, definitely check it out.

I've yet to see Brokeback Mountain, which has inspired encomia all across the Web, as if this were the first and best gay movie ever (though it probably is the first about gay shepherds/cowboys in Wyoming set in the pre-to-post Stonewall Era). I probably will see it at some point, but Littlemilk at Unbeached Whale has a take on it as the "Cinematic Gay Craze" that I sort of agreed with. Direland has links to other views which similarly depart from the chorus. Then again, it is an Ang Lee movie, which does recommend it, and supposedly the acting is great, the love story is truly moving, and the scenes of the Canadian landscape-masquerading-as the Equality State (though I think the story also takes place in other Western venues) are enchanting.

But the whole premise just...doesn't grab me at all. Heather Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal inspire yawns (I can't think of any other movie the former was in, though the latter was pretty good in Donnie Darko). A friend who's also a big sports fan suggested, and I agreed--even though I haven't yet seen the film but read reams about it--as we were chatting on the phone and praying for the postcard-perfect New England Patriots not to wheedle their way back to the Super Bowl (they didn't, the Denver Broncosousted them), that it's sort of like the Gay Aryan Shepherd/Cowboy Movie. Maybe it should the DL Shepherd/Cowboy Movie. Littlemilk says that the beauty of the two stars "cancels itself out." (Perhaps there are some shepherds/cowboys of color or other folks in it, I don't know, not that there have to be any people of color in an American movie for me to watch and enjoy it, since I am a big fan of David Lynch's films, as well as a great deal of Hollywood classic cinema and film noir, to give several examples). When I heard that one of the protagonists dies by the end, I sighed and thought, this sounds like the usual Hollywood mainstream narrative about gay lives. But I've been told that the film goes does go to some interesting places. So at some point, I'll probably go see it. I bet it'll be very popular overseas....

Update: Writer Meghan Daum has an incisive and hilarious piece in the LA Times, "A Breakthrough on Brokeback," on what's really going on in Brokeback Mountain (at least from her straight, female perspective). Quoth she:

Talk about something being worth the price of admission! For women, "Brokeback Mountain" is kind of like a vacation from our own brains, at least the part of our brains that obsesses over relationships. Instead, we get to watch men express the feelings we always want them to express but often end up doing for them. The sex, whatever the brand, is incidental compared to the unprecedented purity of male emotion on the screen.

Gay men may relate to this film in more complicated ways, but from where I sat, the effect on heterosexuals seemed pretty clear-cut. To my left was my (straight male) date, who I occasionally caught checking his watch and hiding his eyes during the love scenes (though he claimed he was simply rubbing them). To my right was a woman who, when she wasn't talking back at the screen ("Say yes, Ennis! Say yes!") was loudly sobbing through much of the picture. For my part, I was just pretending Heath Ledger was vomiting because of me.

Though what "Brokeback Mountain" amounts to, in effect, is female-targeted emotional pornography, both sexes of all inclinations could learn a thing or two from it. By acting like men but emoting like women, by embodying both sides of the divide, Jack and Ennis cover all the bases of the romantic equation. This makes more conventional movie characters — male or female — seem woefully one-dimensional by comparison.


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Speaking of Direland, he has the goods as usual on his site. There's a tribute to Gilles Deleuze, that inexhaustible well (I saw his book on Francis Bacon for the first time today); information on the ongoing persecution of homosexuals in Iran; exposés on the CIA's site for kids, on how Abramoff helped fund the GOP's anti-gay agenda, a piece on NSA whistleblower Mike Tice and the broader scope of the secret, warrantless eavesdropping/wiretapping, and a scathing piece, which I'm linking to directly, on how mediocre gay TV is. And those are the topics for just the last few weeks.

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Sueyeun Juliette Lee and Eric Baus are two of the coolest people I met for the first time in 2005. Juliette, a talented poet who also runs her own handsewn book press, hosted Christopher Stackhouse and me last fall when she organized a reading at Amherst Books for the publication and début of Chris's lovely chapbook, Slip. It was one of the most enjoyable readings I've participated in in years, and several local writer-scholars, including Keguro and Ronaldo V., were in the house. Now, Juliette has three poems online in the Coconut 2 and a chapbook from Coconut entitled trespass slightly in, which you can read online or download. There's some tight work in it!

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Kai Wright,who I'm guessing is the Kai from NYC whose responses keep me on my toes and who offered great advice when I translated the late Dominican poet Carlos Rodríguez's poem, has a provocative article in the current online issue of The Nation. Titled "Is Fear the Best Way to Fight AIDS?" the article examines the attempts by AIDS prevention and education organizations in recent years to return to a rhetoric and narrative of fear in combatting the ongoing transmission of HIV/AIDS among gay men. Wright cogent piece raises a lot of important points, including the basic absence of sex-positive prevention efforts or frank discussions, which could be incorporated into prevention and education programs and materials, of situationally negotiated risk(-taking). I hope more AIDS-service providers take note of his arguments and others like them, though the current cast of the government (and the previous one was not so great either on this point) means that some of the most revolutionary and potentially effective approaches will have to wait for a while, unfortunately.

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TlaliAn author I'm reading for the first time, as a result of a student's thesis: Miriam Tlali (at left, photo from Webhustlers). The book: Muriel at Metropolitan (Longman, 1979). It's certainly one of the more challenging and enjoyable texts I've had to read for work purposes in some time, and I'm glad to have learned about her. Next on my list, her Between Two Worlds (Broadview, 2004).

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RIP Shelley Winters. This blowsy Brooklynite, who went on to win 2 Best Supporting Actor Oscars, the first as the obnoxious wealthy wife in the Diary of Anne Frank (1959) and the second as a racist mother in A Patch of Blue (1965), and who also gave the alltime unforgettable (and hilarious) performances in The Poseidon Adventure (1975), also shares something in common with T. S. Eliot, Betty Grable, Chuck Berry, Dick Gregory, and Nelly: she's a native of St. Louis, born on Newstead Avenue in 1920, or 1922, depending on who's telling it. She's even has a star on the St. Louis Walk of Fame.

Friday, January 13, 2006

Mirror Neurons + No Cuba in Baseball Classic + So Over Alito

Today is one of those days where writing even the simplest blog post felt like extracting one of my molars with a piece of string (and I did have them all taken out surgically at the same time years ago, an experience I wish on no one). Okay, it's not that bad, but after a week of classes and administrative reading, it's hard to focus. I'm not (that) superstitious, so I'm not blaming it on the fact that it's Friday the 13th....

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Mirror NeuronsI wanted to post about a really amazing article I came across that I haven't seen too many other blogs mention, on mirror neurons. Are any of the other Jstheater participants familiar with them? Sandra Blakeslee wrote about them in her New York Times Science section article "Cells That Read Minds" earlier this week.

Basically, mirror neurons, which can be found in several different places in the brain, create an innate virtual reality system that allows us to anticipate, experience and mentally mirror the actions of others, but differently from how researchers had previously thought. As Giacomo Rizzolatti, the University of Parma neurologist who was in the team that first identified them in monkeys back in 1996, puts its: "Mirror neurons allow us to grasp the minds of others not through conceptual reasoning but through direct simulation. By feeling, not by thinking." In fact, they may play a central role in and help to explain many aspects of human experience, particularly involving social relations; they are integral to our capacity for empathic responses and connections, and other interrelational emotions (such as fear, disgust, horror, delight, etc.) based on visual cues, our childhood learning processes, and our enjoyment of visual art, music, literature, dance, sports and pornography. (Yes, pornography.) The Times article wrote that the mirror neuron studies are shaking up existing beliefs in a range of "scientific disciplines, shifting the understanding of culture, empathy, philosophy, language, imitation, autism and psychotherapy."

To quote Blakeslee's piece:

Mirror neurons make these complex cells [that guide other functions like facial or manual recognition] look like numbskulls. Found in several areas of the brain - including the premotor cortex, the posterior parietal lobe, the superior temporal sulcus and the insula - they fire in response to chains of actions linked to intentions.

Studies show that some mirror neurons fire when a person reaches for a glass or watches someone else reach for a glass; others fire when the person puts the glass down and still others fire when the person reaches for a toothbrush and so on. They respond when someone kicks a ball, sees a ball being kicked, hears a ball being kicked and says or hears the word "kick."

"When you see me perform an action - such as picking up a baseball - you automatically simulate the action in your own brain," said Dr. Marco Iacoboni, a neuroscientist at the University of California, Los Angeles, who studies mirror neurons. "Circuits in your brain, which we do not yet entirely understand, inhibit you from moving while you simulate," he said. "But you understand my action because you have in your brain a template for that action based on your own movements.

"When you see me pull my arm back, as if to throw the ball, you also have in your brain a copy of what I am doing and it helps you understand my goal. Because of mirror neurons, you can read my intentions. You know what I am going to do next."

He continued: "And if you see me choke up, in emotional distress from striking out at home plate, mirror neurons in your brain simulate my distress. You automatically have empathy for me. You know how I feel because you literally feel what I am feeling."

Mirror neurons seem to analyzed [sic] scenes and to read minds. If you see someone reach toward a bookshelf and his hand is out of sight, you have little doubt that he is going to pick up a book because your mirror neurons tell you so.

The article features so much more. One aspect that particularly interested me was the idea that perhaps because of mirror neutron functioning, "when you read a novel, you memorize positions of objects from the narrator's point of view." I have often wondered about this virtual experience when writing and reading (how do I so easily place myself so vividly within a particular fictionally narrativized space?), how this imaginative location system and positionality occurs and what its neurological sources might be.

A great piece, with so much to think about. V.S. Ramachandran has a great, multi-page article on the same topic at Third Culture. Meanwhile, PBS's Nova ScienceNow has a 14-minute downloadable video segment on the topic.

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Ortiz LeapingAccording to a directive from the W(arrentless Domestic Wiretapping) administration, Cuba will not be allowed to travel to the US to participate in the World Baseball Classic. The purported reason is that the Cuban team would be able to earn money for its play, but the real reason, of course, is ideological and political. W and the anti-Castroites (including, I assume, my new Senator from New Jersey, Bob Menendez) don't want to afford a group of athletes representing Fidel Castro's authoritarian state any platform whatsoever, even if most of the entire team were willing to defect and sing "God Bless America" in whiteface on bended knee. (So what about Venezuela? Don't the right-wingers keep painting Hugo Chávez as the next worst thing to the future of DEMOCRACY after Fidel-Saddam-Osama, even though he keeps winning elections that are estimated, by some of the election observers at least, to be even more transparent than our own? Lord knows, Rep. Bob Ney, Ken Blackwell and Diebold haven't been playing around with the election rules in Carácas, have they?)

Roberto González Echeverría
, the Yale professor and commentator on everything "Hispanic," argues in a New York Times Op-Ed piece, "Castro at the Bat," that banning Cuba is the right thing to do. They're a "team of slaves," he claims, who're really a dressed-up press gang with baseball bats. They live in a totalitarian state that's being propped up by Chávez and as should be viewed as having no say whatsoever in any aspects of their lives. He goes on to add that the team is made up of "Black Cuban men." (But is he saying they're picked only because they're Black or what? Is there a racial criterion for playing Cuba's team? In a country where anti-Black racism still is prevalent? This is the first I'd heard of this. Anyone else?)

Omar LinaresAs a result of the US's position, the International Baseball Federation (IBAF) has threatened not to sanction the tournament if Cuba is barred, which could lead some national teams to drop out. Not that the US cares, of course. So far Major League Baseball (MLB) hasn't been able to change the Katrina Administration's position, and none of the other nations appears willing or strong enough to step up to the plate. Yet.

I think preventing the Cubans (including Omar Linares, at left) from participating is a terrible decision, because what ultimately will it accomplish beyond allowing Castro to portray himself (and his nation) as the victim. (Didn't we learn anything from 1980 and 1984 Olympic boycotts? Barring Russia didn't cause its collapse, and US athletes lost out in 1980.) Instead of penalizing Castro, it penalizes the athletes, who very well may not agree with him or the current state of affairs in Cuba. In effect, it makes him the cynosure rather than a sideshow. It also denies baseball fans the opportunity to see how Cuba's team matches up with some of the star-studded lineups from across the world that once upon a time probably couldn't have competed against it. The Dominican Republic's team alone could field an all-star (and future Hall of Famers) at almost every position (Manny Ramírez, David Ortiz [pictured leaping above at right, from BostonDirtDogs.com], Albert Pujols, Miguel Tejada, Aramis Ramírez, etc.); Puerto Rico's, Venezuela's, South Korea's and Japan's teams will also have a number of very good MLB players, and then there's the US team, which, if it assembles the right roster and excellent coaching, should give Cuba and DR a run for their money.

But right now, it looks like Cuba isn't going to be allowed to play. Blogger Daniel Drezner thinks that they'd "get their butts kicked." I'm not so sure. DR, the US and Venezuela just might do it. But I wouldn't count the Cuban players out.

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Alito BlabbingThe farce called the Samuel Alito confirmation hearings are OVER. If anyone thought for a moment that King Brush Clearer and the GOP took them seriously, they should have got a real wake-up call after Senator Lindsey Graham's joke about Republican scandal-manager Jack Abramoff. There were the usual theatrics from senators of both parties, bloviating by Joe Biden, lots of ingenuous nuttiness from Sam Brownback (we get it, you're obsessed with abortions) and the oft-incoherent Tom Coburn, Teddy Kennedy's powerdrill questioning over Concerned Alumni of Princeton and Vanguard, a quick spat between Kennedy and the ever-droning Arlen Specter, Charles Grassley's annoying homespunness, Orrin Hatch's sanctimony and edge-of-his-seat piety, a bit of staged drama when Martha-Ann Bomgardner (what, this good Republican woman can't take her husband's last name? Well, I never!) rushed from the room in tears after being cued, it appeared, by Rachel Brand, a Republican operative, after one of Graham's really inane questions ("Are you a bigot?" Like anyone who wanted a job would seriously answer that question publicly in the affirmative!), the usual high level of engagement from Russ Feingold, and on and on. One person I could always see and hear less of is Texas's John Cornyn, considered by some metrics to be the most conservative senator in the US (and this includes the delegations from Mississippi, Georgia, Alabama, South Carolina, Oklahoma, etc.), who actually blurted out "Scalito" more than once!

Yesterday and today saw the panels of praise-singers and naysayers, including Donald Trump's sister, a Republican who naturally thought the world of Alito, and a retired judge named Lewis who appeared to confirm that yes, he liked Alito a lot and that yes, Alito was an extreme right-winger. Today I heard a professor from Yale, a brother, last-named Sullivan, whose voice was cracking with fierce emotion, lay down his indictment against Alito. I bought it and wished he'd had more time--I was riveted! At any rate, it's over, and now the sadsack Democrats, even if they vote as a block, will not be able to stop the man's confirmation if they don't get Republican moderates (and their own conservatives) on board. People like Olympia Snowe, Lincoln Chafee, and Susan Collins (and Spector, for that matter) say they support women's freedom of choice, a separation of powers and a division between church and state, and more moderate policies than the extreme and extremely incompetent Emperor Heckuvajob has pushed lo these last five years. But if they simply roll over, as appears likely with this nomination, they're making it clear that their allegiance is to their corruption-embroiled party, which has marginalized them repeatedly, rather than to the American people. Alito very well may be an honorable person, a good man, a brilliant jurist. But if he's really in the mold of Scalia and Thomas, he isn't the right person for this position at this time.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Umaga Retires (Rugby Photo Day)

Tana Umaga, the longtime star and first Pacific Islander captain of the New Zealand All Blacks is quitting international competition (though he'll still keep playing with two local teams), so in honor of his retirement, here's more rugby photos.

Umaga speeding up the field


Umaga celebrating a 2004 defeat of England


The victorious Grand Slam team, doing their pre-match Haka (warrior dance)


Banged and beaten up, and couldn't have won without him (Tana Umaga)


An exhausted Umaga and Jerry Collins


Tuiali'i and Laulala


Teammates Kaino and Latimer


All Blacks in the lockeroom (Muliaina on the left, Umaga on far right)


Sivivatu and Muliaina


Collins and Sooialo


The South African Springboks in action


South African Eddie Andrews in the lead


South African star Bryan Habana


South African Sevens sensation Mzwandile Stick flying with the ball


South African Fabian Juries avoiding a tackle


Britain's prettyboy star, Jason Robinson


Robinson doing his robot dance

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

James Frey: A (Million) Little Lie(s)

FreyToday, at the recommendation of her professor, a student from the university's journalism school interviewed me about the James Frey scandal. For anyone who's been out of the media loop, the Frey (at left, Robert Caplin for The New York Times) scandal involves the author of A Million Little Pieces, a memoir that Oprah Winfrey selected as the first book in her reconstituted Oprah's Book Club. (Let me state that I have not read the book.) In the memoir, Frey details his harrowing experiences as an alcoholic and drug addict, as well as his stint in prison after a felony conviction and other travails. It supposedly has brought tears to readers' eyes. After being featured on The Oprah Winfrey Show, the book's sales exploded, and as of January 1, 2006, it was number 1 in sales on the New York Times Bestsellers paperback list.

Then, the problems began. The Smoking Gun website did a bit of inquiring, and published an extensive dossier showing that Frey had not only exaggerated, but actually made up--also known as wrote fiction--incidents in the book. Initially he denied doing so, and his publisher stood by him. Last night on CNN's Larry King Live, an hour of hackery I never watch if I can help it, Frey admitted that, well, uh, he'd made some things up. But hey, it's a memoir, not an autobiography or history, and memories can be hazy, if you're an alcoholic (or thought you were) or drug-addict (or sort of remembered you might have been) or a ex-con (even if it was only for a few days that sort of stretched, in memory time, into a few years). According to the New York Times, he maintains that "essence of the book is true." Ms. Winfrey called into the show to say that she still supported him (and since her rebroadcast of her Book Club show featuring him on January 2, his tome had surged again in sales), since the "underlying message" in the book was, uh, kinda-sorta true. (She'd initially described it as "a gut-wrenching memoir that is raw and it's so real.") Edward Wyatt's Times article today states clearly, however, many readers are outraged, while the one he published yesterday, "Best-selling Memoir Draws Scruity," pointed out that some were philosophical and agreed with Winfrey.

What I discussed with the student were some of the things I'd pointed out in my post on JT Leroy, though that situation is different in key ways. Some questions that came to mind were: Based on the genre, what is the author's responsibility to her or his readers? How true does a memoirhave to be, and aren't the expectations for truth still quite high for memoirs which, though they are often akin to novels in form and technique, are essentially works of nonfiction? In memoirs, where do we draw the line in terms of verification? What is the publishing industry's role in pushing and marketing this genre? Given memoirs' financial success, is the publishing industry putting quantity and profits before quality or standards? When an author like Frey is unmasked, how do readers respond? How do we connect the warped notion of truth--or truthiness, which is such a disturbing term--to the larger societal context in which we live, in which we have an administration that has openly questioned fact-based reality (in some cases for faith-based fantasy) and is full of people with Straussian neo-conservative leanings who support the idea of the "noble lie" and officially approved obfuscations and reorderings of (the) truth? (Then there's W's SCOTUS nominee, Samuel Alito, who can't remember anything about his membership in the Concerned Alumni of Princeton, though he can recall all of his dissents and so on.) Ultimately, does Frey's trangression really matter? If so, why? How much? If not, why not? Of course, Frey isn't the first author to fabricate or outright lie in his memoir, though his fame has shoved him into the limelight. (He naively claimed on LKL that he didn't realize he'd get this much scrutiny. Hello? You were on Oprah, man! You became a millionaire! Hollywood was turning your sob-story into film! How could you not think all this attention would provoke people to go through your garbage?) The publisher, Nan Talese/Doubleday, has offered full refunds, as have Amazon.com and Barnes & Noble.

FreyThe student wanted to know if the publisher might have had some role in Frey's calling his semi-fictional text a memoir. I responded that it appeared that in his case, he really thinks he's written a standard memoir and I think the publisher bought it. I believe Oprah Winfrey also thought it was a memoir, and I don't place any blame at her doorstep at all. But I did and do wonder if publishers might not be pushing memoirs, which have become very marketable over the last decade or so; some of them have come to depend on this genre in particular for sales. We also discussed the issue of authenticity and readers' emotional and psychological identification with both the memoir narrative and the memoirist. The novel genre constitutively distances the reader from the author, or can in a way that memoirs and other nonfictional, autobiographical works do not; the fictional nature of the text, its artifice, usually create an identifiable barrier (this is fiction, not a true story), which the author, depending upon other factors, may or may not emphasize, and this is the case even with works that flag the fact that they're "based on a true story." With a memoir, we usually assume we're reading the true story of the author's life, as opposed to some story the author has imagined, unless the author makes this clear (as in a Hearbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, which occasioned some criticism for its narrative strategies and practices) and that realness provides a possibility not only for recognition but for deep identification and transposition. What then happens if we learn that the "real" isn't so real after all? How complicit are readers in all of this?

The student asked me about my own work, and I mentioned that my first book could be read as a memoir, but that both I and the publisher chose to call it a novel, for different reasons. (It can also be read as a long poem, or even as a series of stories, but that's for another discussion.) The student wanted to know if the "novel" designation arose because of my desire to hedge my bets on things that might not be true or if it was for creative purposes, and I told her that the second reason was paramount. I didn't think of it as a memoir per se, and still don't. I also have tried, since writing it, to move away from overtly autobiographical fiction, which is one reason that the novel I've been working on is partially set in 1804. (And I've written stories set in 1776, in colonial Brazil, in Haiti and Kentucky around the period of the Haitian revolution, during the final Revolutionary War battle, in Savannah, and so on.) I also mentioned that all works of literature (written by human beings, that is, since now there are computer programs that can hammer out something approximating a work of fiction), even those that partake of Eliot's idea of a suppression of personality to the extreme, are still to some extent are autobiographical, if only in that they serve as an index of the particular contexts, situations, psychology of the writer or writers at the time they were produced. Of course there are contrary theories of literary authorship out there, and this ventures a bit afield of the Frey imbroglio, but I think it gets lost at times in academic discussions of fiction (or conversely, of course, in popular culture, the author's biography, as in the case of JT Leroy, gets fetishized).

So what now? Well,

On the New York Times best-seller list to be published on Jan. 22, which reflects sales in the week ended Jan. 7, A Million Little Pieces will be ranked No. 1 among paperbacks for the 16th straight week. The hardcover edition of the book returned to the best-seller list for the first time since May 2003, shortly after its original publication, ranking No. 15. And Mr. Frey's second memoir, My Friend Leonard, soared to No. 1 on the hardcover nonfiction list from No. 9 a week earlier.


As I once wrote somewhere, "Nice work if you can get, and you can get it if you lie."

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Weerasethakul's Tropical Malady

Kawaebuadee and LomnoiThis weekend I finally saw a film I'd wanted to catch when I first heard about it two years ago, and then again when it played last June at the IFC in Greenwich Village: Apichatpong Weerasethakul's Tropical Malady. This remarkable little film, the American-educated Thai director's third, is perhaps his most formally daring, a fact that initially provoked negative or dismissive--"inscrutable," wrote one viewer--reviews at the 2004 Cannes Film Festival before the movie walked away with the Jury Prize at week's end.

The utterly original love story is set in contemporary Thailand, and broken into two halves. The first half is a realistic narrative about the courtship of a diffident rustic, Tong (at left, played by Sakda Kaewbuadee) by a handsome soldier, Keng (at right, played by Banlop Lomnoi). When the movie opens, a group of soldiers, including Keng, is posing for photos in a field, and when the camera pulls back, you soon realize that they're snapping themselves in front of a corpse. This juxtaposition, of natural beauty and the periodic levity of existence with death and an undercurrent of fateful danger, runs throughout the film. The cameras follow the soldiers to a clearing where they stop at the home of a rural family, which turns out to Tong's, and soon enough, we learn that one of Keng's methods for getting close to Tong is by bringing food to his mother.

Weerasethakul handles the lyrical, meandering yet sometimes abruptly cut narrative so subtly at times that it approaches obliqueness. Like another of my favorite directors, Tsai Ming-Liang, he's drawn to a form of associative narration that requires the viewer to pay close attention and assemble the pieces into coherence. We follow Tong, who sometimes dresses up like the soldier he once was to improve his employment chances, journey back and forth to part-time jobs in the city, playing soccer with friends, walking through the bustling, crowded urban streets. At times he's accompanied by Keng, who tries to teach him how to drive a truck to get a delivery job, while at another point they take Tong's pet dog to the veterinarian where they learn it's suffering from cancer. At times, Weerasethakul employs a handheld documentary style, closely tracking the actors, while at other times he relies on long-take, deep-focus shots like those of Welles, Wong or Tsai. This latter effect produces a physical sense of the quotidian and of time's passing, but sometimes, especially when capturing certain bucolic scenes, for example, a feeling of temporal suspension, almost as if the clock had stopped altogether. Yet another effect is to mirror the palpable yearning, eros's open chasm which we've all felt and which, like narrative, is structured in time and yet seemlingly outside it.

The courtship ramps up when Keng, who has been trying to be clear to Tong that he has a crush, writes the country man a note telling him that he likes him, which Tong initially plays off as a joke. Keng continues wooing him with the gift of tape of his favorite band, The Clash and through regular meals with Tong's family. He's not averse to dropping by early in the morning, either; in one scene he sits, in full military garb, in Tong's still rumpled sheets, flipping through a photobook, while Tong chats with his mother outside about the murder of cattle by a predator of some sort. One afternoon when the two men are sitting on porch overlooking the jungle and Keng has convinced Tong to let him rest his head in his lap, a local woman realizes the nature of their relationship and takes them to visit a cave shrine. This scene, like others, affords Weerasethakul an opportunity to comment on the ongiong processes of globalization and glocalization; one minute the woman is talking about spirits and the next about the Thai version of the popular TV show "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire." In the cave shrine, we get another such moment when the two men kneel and light incense before the shrine, which consists of a blinking Santa Claus statuette, strung with lights and playing "God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman."

A key moment in this scene comes when the woman offers to guide the two men through a narrow cave passage that could spell death. Tong, who has been so shy and reticent, is willing to risk it, while Keng, the warrior and courtier, begs off, a reversal that will become crucial, I think, for the film's allegorical second half. Eventually the two men accompany two other women to town, they take in a film, during which Keng finally places his hand on Tong's knee, and the first portion of the film ends with the two men together, under a lamp at night, finally sharing their affection. Keng offers devotional kisses, while Tong's response is strikingly promissory, passionate and animalistic, before he disappears into the dark, after which Keng, who has literally won his beloved's hand, zooms off down the road on his bike, in unbridled joy. This, I said to myself, is what love can look like.

And then, the film switches into its fabular, fantastical second half, using a Khmer folk tale as its foundation. In essence, we switch into the realm of allegory. As we learned in the first half, something is killing the livestock. In the second half, we learn, through a brief cinematic dramatization, that villagers realize it's the spirit of a shaman who's transformed himself into a tiger that haunts the jungle. Tong, mysteriously, has disappeared. The army sends Keng into the forest to hunt down the tiger/shaman. And so the game, by day and night, begins. Tong, it turns out, is the shaman who can transform into a tiger, and the film literally depicts the nude, striped spirit-man-beast in its journey through the forest, both avoiding and stalking the beautiful soldier. There are several very slow passages in this half of the film, but also several that literally startle you out of your seat: a baboon that jabbers in Thai (that's translated into subtitled English, of course); the tormented shaman-beast Tong hurling Keng down a steep hillside; the glowing, translucent spirit of a mauled cow that rises in the darkness and, to Keng's astonishment, hurries off down a hidden path; and the final, marvelous--sublime?--moment when the soldier, exhausted, bedraggled, armed, inflicted with the malady that has driven him to this end, confronts his beloved, now transformed into his terrifying, feline apotheosis, in order to make the ultimate sacrifice....

Tropical Maladyis a film that, because of its complexity, may turn off many viewers, I admit. But it also offers one of the freshest versions of desire and romance that I've ever seen. I particularly loved Banlop Lomnoi's acting, and his depiction as an unapologetic man, a soldier no less, who was willing to act openly on his desire. (I know almost nothing about sex and gender practices and performances in Thailand, so I'm not sure how exceptional the narrative is.) I also loved the ingenuity of the two halves, and the utter strangeness of the second narrative, its refusal to yield easy meanings, as well as its pictorial richness and willingness to push the limits of plausibility. But then anything is possible in a (folk-)tale, right? I cannot wait to catch Weerasethakul's next film, and I feel even more strengthened in my conviction that there are ways other than the conventions of standard realism to approach life's most central and weighty themes.

Monday, January 09, 2006

Pilgrim Baptist/Home of Gospel RIP + Muschamp's Secret History

Just a few short entries today, since this week is a very busy one.

PilgrimTwo nights ago Chicago and the world suffered a incalculable tragedy when the Pilgrim Baptist Church (at left), a Richardsonian Romanesque showpiece in the heart of the historic Bronzeville neighborhood, burned to the ground. The church, which was designed by acclaimed architect Louis H. Sullivan (with Dankmar Adler), was originally a Jewish synagogue when it opened in 1891, but had been the home of the Black Protestant congregation since 1921.

Pilgrim Baptist Church's importance lay not only in its esteemed architectural provenance and spiritual and cultural centrality to the local Black community, but also in its having served as the home church for one of the greatest figures in American and African-American musical history, Thomas A. Dorsey, a blues and jazz musician who became the "father" of African-American gospel music. Dorsey served as the church's music director from the late 1930s through the 1980s (55 years in total), and pioneered this form of Black American sacred music that is now sung and studied all over the world. It would not be far-fetched to call it gospel's cradle. Among the major figures who led or sang in the choir during the Dorsey years were many giants of the Black musical tradition, including James Cleveland, Mahalia Jackson and Sam Cooke. (One could also easily speak of Pilgrim Baptist's as the forge of other major musical traditions, given gospel music's role in the development of rhythm & blues, rock & roll, and House music.) As the Baltimore Sun (to which I've linked above) notes, the church's beautiful interior, its valuable archives and its exquisite religious murals, by artist William E. Scott, were completely destroyed, or as Chicago Fire Department spokesman Larry Langford said, it was a "total loss." But I heard local residents on the radio this morning vowing to rebuild it as soon as they could. The spirits of Dorsey, Jackson and others who inhabited Pilgrim's pews and pulpit will ensure that this remains sacred ground forever.

2 Columbus CircleThis weekend former New York Times chief architecture critic Herbert Muschamp published a smart, provocative essay, "The Secret History of 2 Columbus Circle." It ostensibly is an discussion on the preservation battles surrounding the often-attacked, non-landmarked building at right, whose exterior is currently being bedizened or benighted, depending upon your perspective, by architect Brad Cloepfil. (I have always found this building, and specifically its pedimented based, utterly fascinating and transfixing, and never fail to stare at it when I pass through Columbus Circle.) The marble-clad quasi-Venetian structure was designed by modernist Edward Durell Stone at the behest of A&P supermarket heir Huntington Hartford, who funded, erected and opened it in 1964 as his idiosyncratic and ultimately failed Gallery of Modern Art. (It was later the New York Cultural Centeral and a Kunsthalle of sorts, before sitting for years as a literal white elephant.) I won't restate Muschamp's article, but it's really worth reading. I was impressed at how he weaves in various queer themes, and queers New York history itself; he writes about "swank" style as a predecessor to "metrosexuality"; about camp and gay and queer appropriation/recycling--or détournement without the Marxist freight--which he points out later gets reappropriated and assimilated by the mainstream; and gay people's roles--and his focus is gay and queer men--in the practice of cultural memory and preservation. He also notes the devastating impact of AIDS (just see how he resituates the commentary around Giuliani's successful regimes), the trauma it's left as a legacy, and its effective erasure not only of generations, but of generations who might have remembered and cared. But there's so much more, and it made me realize how rarely mainstream newspaper commentary explores topics of any sort so deeply or creatively. Perhaps they no longer remember how to. Or care.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

JT Leroy (Partially) Unmasked

This quarter I'm teaching a required undergraduate writing major course, "The Situation of Writing," which is basically a sociologically and anthropologically oriented chat-fest for our senior students on a range of issues related to (creative) writing and the writers. It's one of the funnest courses I have the opportunity to teach and I look forward to it, even if I have to cram a semester's worth of work into a quarter. One of the things I tell my students on the first day as I go through the syllabus and reel off the required readings (from a sourcebook and six books), I always tell the students that transformation is occurring in the literary world as I'm speaking, and so I'll have to bring in materials that I haven't already placed on the syllabus. I've already come across 5-6 articles or pieces that I am debating introducing, but today I came across one that I have to post here: the JT Leroy brouhaha.

Leroy?In today's New York Times Warren St. John reports (tentatively, at points) on his paper's and other press organs' unmasking of JT Leroy, a literary cause célebre over the last decade. (Before I go any further, let me just say/add that I've always found the hullabaloo around Leroy's initial story problematic (Oh look what we've found!), and have always been suspicious of the literary world's celebration of and fawning over him/her. Also, bloggers and others in the literary world, like Joy Press of the Village Voice, had previously asked a who Leroy really was, though the Times article doesn't acknowledge this.) For those not familiar with his/her story, it boils down to this:

Mr. Leroy's tale was harrowing in its details and uplifting in its arc. He was supposed to have been a young truck-stop prostitute who had escaped rural West Virginia for the dismal life of a homeless San Francisco drug addict. Rescued as a young teenager by a couple named Laura Albert and Geoffrey Knoop and treated by a psychologist, he was able to turn his terrible youth into a thriving career as a writer. JT Leroy has published three critically acclaimed works of fiction noted for their stark portrayal of child prostitution and drug use.

Along the way Mr. Leroy gained the friendship and trust of celebrities and noted writers, who supported his career financially and offered him emotional support when he declared that he was infected with H.I.V. Sales were good, and his books were published around the world. Shy and reclusive, Mr. Leroy, now 25, appeared in public often disguised beneath a wig and sunglasses.


Of course you know where this is going. The incredibly moving story of "Mr. Leroy's" life was as fictional as those "acclaimed works of fiction," and not only that, but the always-disguised "Mr. Leroy" wasn't and isn't who people thought he was and is. Truth be told, Leroy appears not to be a "he" or "s/he" (as s/he'd claimed at various points) at all, at least physically, but a "she"...or maybe two "shes." But wait, the Times hasn't yet figured that one out.

Okay, so what gives? Well, it seems that the person performing as JT Leroy publicly, at least some of the time, was in fact Savannah Knoop, the younger half-sister of Geoffrey Knoop. When someone at the Times--like Stephen Beachy of New York magazine, who began to break open the ruse back in October--sleuthing online found an image of Savannah Knoop at a San Francisco event in 2003 and asked several people close to Leroy if "she" was "he," they said yes, this was the person they'd thought was he. Leroy. Or as the Times tells it:

Five intimates of Mr. Leroy's, including his literary agent, his business manager and the producer of a coming movie based on one of his books, were shown the photograph and identified Ms. Knoop as the person they have known as JT Leroy.

"That's JT Leroy," said Ira Silverberg, Mr. Leroy's literary agent, upon seeing the photograph. Mr. Silverberg said he had met Mr. Leroy a number of times in person. Lilly Bright, a producer of "The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things," a 2004 film based on Mr. Leroy's 2001 collection of stories, was no less certain. "It's JT Leroy," she said, adding that she had worked with Mr. Leroy extensively on the production.


Say what? Five intimates were that clueless? Now you may ask, how could these supposedly smart, perceptive people (a literary agent, a movie producer, etc.) not suspect that something about this whole scenario wasn't kosher (especially given the image that appears in the Times), let alone tell that "he" was a "she"; but then it appears there'd always been questions about Leroy's gender, because he'd appeared in wigs and lipstick from the beginning, as a disguise, and in recent years had claimed to be "transgender" as a way of short-circuiting the continuing queries. And perhaps, as Beachy suggests in article, people were willing to suspend disbelief and buy into the "amalgam"....

Meanwhile, according to the Times, people in San Francisco recognized Savannah Knoop as...Savannah Knoop. And one young woman mentioned in the article, Nyoka Lowery, pointed to yet another site, to which the Times links, that shows Savannah Knoop as herself (and not in her JT Leroy incarnation). So, it appears that Savannah Knoop = JT Leroy, at least in person. Knoop's response to the Times's inquiry was, "I don't need this in my life right now" before hanging up the phone. Yeah, as if "this" already wasn't "in" it!

Okay, so what, you might be saying; this was just a game/deception that some people were having with/playing on the press and publishing industry and public, and they were able to get away with it for a while and to the tune of contracts, advances, and thousands of dollars. Or maybe it was an elaborate artistic or psychological performance, or some version of both, which others supported. As for Savannnah Knoop, it seems she was engaged in an elaborate public charade/performance, at least in recent years, to maintain the fiction that Albert and her half-brother (and maybe even she, as well as others like Albert's mother and sister) had concocted. But without question, there are a range of ethical and legal issues involved, particularly in terms of the narratives about Leroy being an adolescent runaway-child prostitute-drug addict (and there are writers who've spiced up their biographies with versions of each of these personae) who was living with HIV (certainly few have gone this far), and how Albert and Knoop and whoever else was in on this game (including Albert's family members, perhaps even the publishing industry people who now feign ignorance) used these fictions to manipulate various people and profit off their lies/fictions and manipulations.

The Times seems less concerned with the ethics of the case, though, and more fascinated by another question: who exactly wrote the novels? Non-Foucauldians they, because, as St. John says,

Writers like Dennis Cooper, Mary Gaitskill and Mary Karr were among those who offered support to Mr. Leroy's literary career, as did several prominent editors at Manhattan publishing houses, and numerous film and pop music celebrities offered him emotional support, including Courtney Love, Tatum O'Neal, Billy Corgan, Shirley Manson and Carrie Fisher.

That's quite a lineup, by any measure, and includes Bruce Benderson and NYU professor Sharon Olds, whose work a john supposedly gave to Leroy during those prostitution sessions. But the kicker:

And of course there were journalists (including, in November 2004, this reporter), who wrote credulous profiles of the successful young writer after interviewing him, often in person. The New York Times even published an article last September under the byline JT Leroy in a Sunday magazine supplement, T: Travel.


Even the reporter was implicated in this farce. "Credulous profiles"--let's not forget this person writes for the paper that whipped up the Whitewater scandal and regularly published Jason Blair and Judith Miller, among others. (Though to be fair, the Voice, Guardian and numerous other papers profiled this literary darling and did raise various kinds of red flags, if I can trot out that cliché.) St. John goes on to note that in fact, the Times did not publish a subsequent article by Leroy when questions arose about his identity. What were the circumstances? Well, let's go back to the October issue of New York magazine, in which journalist Stephen Beachy first posited that Laura Albert was actually the person writing JT Leroy's novels (and this piece is quite thorough and worth reading for its own, numerous merits).

The New York article, written by Stephen Beachy, portrayed Ms. Albert, 40, and Mr. Knoop, 39, as unfulfilled rock musicians who concocted the character of JT Leroy to gain access first to literary circles and, later, to celebrities. The scheme began, Mr. Beachy wrote, with faxes, e-mail messages and phone calls by Ms. Albert, speaking in a West Virginia accent as JT Leroy. The article also described an acquaintance of Ms. Albert's who said she had asked him to type and fax manuscripts that bore striking thematic similarities to work later published by JT Leroy. When that name became famous, Mr. Beachy theorized, an actor was needed to play JT Leroy in person; he did not know, he wrote, who that actor was.

Mr. Beachy discovered that the advance for Mr. Leroy's first novel, "Sarah," published in 2000, was paid to Laura Albert's sister, JoAnna Albert, and that further payments to JT Leroy were made to a Nevada corporation, Underdogs Inc.

The president of that company, according to public records, is Carolyn F. Albert, Ms. Albert's mother, who lives in Brooklyn Heights. Reached by telephone, she declined to comment. The payment for Mr. Leroy's article in The Times was also made to Underdogs.

Or, in Beachy's words:

But isn’t this scenario, of actors or thirtysomething women portraying literary street kids, even more far-fetched than the official story? It’s certainly as elaborate. It is also precisely the story that a friend, or ex-friend, of Geoffrey and Laura, Steve O’Connor, told his friends consistently between 2003 and 2005. O’Connor said that Laura had told him she wrote the books, and that it was only recently that they’d found someone to play the part of JT in public. They were trying to use JT, O’Connor said, to help promote their band. O’Connor had been close to them but had never seen any sign of a street kid in their living room. O’Connor isn’t the most reliable source—he’s unstable and drug-addicted, according to reports—but he had been in a position to know if there’d been anyone sleeping in their living room.

Other friends of Geoffrey and Laura had never heard of JT until 2000, although he was supposed to have been living with them since 1997. One friend confirmed that he believed O’Connor’s account and that it was certainly more plausible than the idea that they’d been hiding a real JT. An old friend from California, now living in New York, was flabbergasted to hear about JT at all: Although he had a long friendship with the couple dating back to 1992, he had no idea Laura and Geoffrey even knew the author and said he’d never heard of anyone else living at their house. “This is totally the kind of thing Laura might do,” he mused. “She craved the limelight, but she didn’t really want all the attention.”

JT has said he received $24,000 for each of his first two books. His income has risen quite a bit since then; there have been movie deals and translations. “JT LeRoy” is a reasonably profitable business, in operation now for a mind-boggling eleven years.


So much for that band! But it just gets better:

After the publication of Mr. Beachy's article, The Times began to examine the circumstances of the T: Travel article written by Mr. Leroy, about a trip to Disneyland Paris. A review of the paperwork accompanying the assignment revealed a discrepancy: the article described four people on the journey. Expense receipts submitted to T: Travel by Mr. Leroy, however, included only an Air France itinerary for three people.

Employees at Disneyland Paris and at two Paris hotels identified Ms. Albert from photographs as the person who presented herself as JT Leroy. Those employees said no one remotely resembling photographs of JT Leroy was traveling with Ms. Albert, who told them her companions were her husband and son. Ms. Albert and Mr. Knoop are the parents of a young son.

When hotel employees told Ms. Albert they were under the impression that JT Leroy was a man, they said, she told them that she had had a sex-change operation three years before and was now a woman.

So Savannah Knoop wasn't the only public face of JT Leroy--and s/he also missed out on a paid trip to EuroDisney!

As of now, it appears that now only Peter Cane, Leroy's lawyer, is responding to emails, though he provided one from "Leroy" to the Times, in response to their unmasking of Savannah Knoop, which said, "As a transgendered human, subject to attacks...I use stand-ins to protect my identity." Yeah, right. His/her agent, Silverberg, says that a new novel is under contract at Viking, a unit of Penguin (now part of Pearson), which is standing behind their author, and why wouldn't they, at least until the entire mystery is revealed. The Times wonders primarily what the effect will be on Leroy's readers, as well as those who went out of their way to help Leroy. Though the situations are not exactly similar, I thought of the Binjamin Wilkomirski scandal, with all the ramifications, including for someone who might come along in Leroy's wake with a "real" story similar to his. (There are so many other notable literary hoaxes, such as Thomas Chatterton's Rowley poems fakery, the Spectra hoax, the Ern Malley hoax, the Yasusada poems hoax or the Hitler Diaries--remember those?) I also thought about the power of celebrity in this country, literary culture and our mainstream mass media, and the imbricated, implicated systems of all three; the nature of US and international publishing today; and fiction as a genre and literary practice, and the demands for and performances of authenticity that develop around authors and works, just to name a few. Beachy is quite philosophical about the whole thing, though some of the people who were involved and feel duped, like author Joel Rose, are so sanguine.

As I read this piece I also thought of Percival Everett's hilariously trenchant novel Erasure (Hyperion, 2002), which uncannily prefigures and sends up some of the central issues in this story.

I can't wait to discuss and explore this with my class!

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Saturday Stew

First, I want to thank everyone who sends in comments responding to my posts. I really do enjoy reading them and thinking about what you have to say, and I have learned quite a bit, so thanks for reading and writing me back.

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RawlsThe Seattle Times reports that last night, singer and humanitarian Lou Rawls died at age 7o (or 72) after a year-long battle with lung and brain cancer. His rich, thundering baritone voice and intonations were among the most distinctive in jazz and R&B, and several of his songs, including "You'll Never Find Another Love Like Mine" (one of my all-time favorites), "Lady Love," and "Love Is a Hurtin' Thing" became standards. I especially liked his versions of Christmas songs and the monologues that preceded some of his songs from the late 60s.

Lou Rawls was raised by his grandmother and grew up on the South Side of Chicago, where his influences included gospel music and the popular music of the day. In high school, he sang doo-wop with his classmate, musical pioneer and great, Sam Cooke. In 1962, he recorded the first of his 52 albums, Stormy Monday, with the Les McCann Trio, and by the late 1960s, he had received his first Grammy Award. Perhaps the apogee of his recording career came in the late 1970s with his Philadelphia International album All Things in Time, which featured "You'll Never Find..." but he continued to give concerts until he was incapacitated. He also appeared in many TV shows and films over the years.

When I think of Rawls, what also comes to mind for me in addition to his singing was his longtime association with the United Negro College Fund, for which he helped to raise hundreds of millions of dollars through his Parade of Stars telethon, which he convinced multinational Anheuser-Busch to sponsor. From 1976, he was the "voice" of the brewery and food conglomerate, based in my native city, and his trademark "When you've said Budweiser, you've said it all" was one of the advertising touchstones of my teenage years. He was also active in fundraising with the Variety telethons in St. Louis for a decade.

A resident of Arizona for several years, he leaves his third wife, and three children.

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McKinley and ReynoldsAs has been reported on many other blogs, the top Cherokee Nation court in Oklahoma has declined to strike down the same-sex marriage of two of its female members on its sovereign territory. This landmark ruling effectively upholds gay marriage on Cherokee territory, which was permitted during the period that, Dawn McKinley, 34, and Kathy Reynolds, 29 (at left, being united by David Cornsilk, photo courtesy of Gayly.com), decided to marry, which was just weeks after the series of same-sex marriages in San Francisco in 2004, later ruled invalid, galvanized public attention on the issue.

As Adam Tanner's Reuters report says:

Because tribal law at the time allowed same-sex marriages, a tribal clerk gave them a wedding certificate. But members in the Tribal Council sued, saying the marriage would damage the reputation of the Cherokees, and the law was later changed.

In a December 22 [2oo5] decision announced on Wednesday [January 5, 2005], the Judicial Appeals Tribunal of the Cherokee Nation, the tribe's highest court in Tahlequah, Oklahoma, rejected the request for an injunction against the marriage.

"Members of the Tribal Council, like private Cherokee citizens, must demonstrate a specific particularized harm," the court ruled. "In the present case, the Council members fail to demonstrate the requisite harm."

McKinley and Reynolds now appear to be the first gay married couple on Indian territory. According to Tanner's report, historians have pointed out that before the arrival of Europeans, many Native American cultures tolerated homosexuality (or same-sexual relations). In fact, as is the case among indigenous peoples across the globe, same-sexually oriented individuals often held specific spiritual and social roles in their tribal communities. Reynolds, a graduate student, said

"Since the tribe has become so Westernized and adopted Christian religions and European ways, they strayed away from traditional Cherokee values of indifference....Cherokees are very private where they respect each other and respect how they live."

In truth, though their families have accepted them and their union, some members of the tribe, including people in the hierarchy, have not, in part, according to McKinley, based on "family values."

One very important outcome of the decision will be its ramifications on US law. Since Indian tribes are sovereign, the US government may have to recognize the marriage, which would make them eligible for tax benefits denied to gay couples married in Massachusetts or people civilly unioned. I'm not sure I understand the legal issues here, but they're pretty fascinating.

The Navajo Nation, the largest Indian sovereign state, however, outlawed same-sex marriages at the time the Cherokees initially did.

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BacellarIn another horrible blow for Haiti and the world community, the head of the 9,000-person United Nations peacekeeping force there, General Urano Texeira da Matta Bacellar (at right, photo courtesy of EsMas), appears to have committed suicide just a month before the country's several-times-postponed elections were to be held. According the Yahoo! News report by Joseph Guyler Delva, Bacellar was found dead in his hotel room today. The Brazilian Army's initial reports said the general's death was the result of a "firearm accident." A Chilean general will replace him.

Bacellar's death comes as Haiti's interim government, which was installed by the United States, with the complicity of France (from which Haiti gained its independence in 1804) and other countries, struggles to maintain even a semblance of control over the impoverished country of 8.5 million+. Its attempts to organize elections now set for February have been disastrous. The UN peacekeeping force under Bacellar has not done much better. The world community was told that the ouster--I'm sorry, the resignation (under duress, followed by a flight arranged by the U.S.)--of the country's democratically elected president, Jean-Bertrand Aristide, the establishment of the new government under U.S. puppet Gérard LaTortue, and the disarming of the rebels (who had obviously been prepping in the neighboring Dominican Republic and elsewhere), would lead to coöperation by the country's business interests and social élite, who bankrolled and constituted the opposition. Yet conditions in every way have worsened since Aristide's removal, to the extent that cross-border immigration to the Dominican Republic has risen, as have kidnappings of foreigners, gang violence, and attacks on various political actors. Brutal reprisals of Aristide supporters in particular have occurred with impunity.

I would argue that the situation in Haiti should be paired along with the debacle in Iraq (which some people incredibly are still defending) as emblematic of the W administration's foreign policy. Although the inept mainstream news media appear incapable of making this link, and although you could point to numerous problems during Aristide's tenure, including state violence and corruption, the horrific situation since the W administration intervened--steadily worsening economic conditions, a surge in political violence and corruption, and waxing social chaos--deserve far greater analysis and commentary. And condemnation. I won't dare predict what's going to happen in Haiti, but it's obvious that the situation there is grave, and right now, the possibility of fair and violence-free elections strikes me as more of a whimsy than anything else.

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ShelbyOrlando Patterson, the noted Harvard University sociologist, reviews two new books on the African-American themes in his New York Times Book Review article "Being and Blackness." One is Harvard professor Tommie Shelby's (at left) new book, We Who Are Dark: The Philosophical Foundations of Black Solidarity (Belknap/Harvard University Press, 2005). If I'm recapitulating his argument properly, Patterson praises the book highly, particularly for its rigorous historical and empirically based discussions of the thought of figures such as Martin Delany and W.E.B. DuBois, and for its reasoned critiques of biological essentialism and identitarian politics. But as the review proceeds he draws an ever tighter critical circle around Shelby's conclusion that Black upper-middle-class and middle-class should engage in "thin racial solidarity," which he describes as approximating W. E. B. DuBois's "Talented Tenth" argument and which he says already is occurring. As for poor and working-class Blacks--uh oh! Patterson even goes so far as to write in this manner, with interjections and exclamation points, no less! If it gets Patterson that worked up, I've got to check it out.

PainterHe is far less enthralled with distinguished Princeton University historian Nell Ervin Painter's (at right) new textbook on African-American history, Creating Black Americans: African-American History and Its Meanings, 1619 to the Present (Oxford University Press, 2005). It appears that Painter has decided to make great use of visual images in her comprehensive study, an interesting enough choice (and one I'd think could spark productive discussions about what histories, particularly textbooks, should look like). But Painter has advocating utilizing pictures only by Black artists, which Patterson finds highly problematic (he even mentions the array of portraits of abolitionist Sojourner Truth which Painter, as a result of her constraint, must pass on), and engages in the kind of heroic, essentializing rhetoric about Blacks that the sociologist finds anathema. Suffice it to say, he didn't like. I'll have to look around to find other reviews; I'm curious to see how this text compares with other overview works I've used in the past, such as John Hope Franklin's From Slavery to Freedom.

Friday, January 06, 2006

Lo Sentimos (Apologizing for Mexican "Repatriation")

LaraThe other day as I was driving home from the university, I heard a snippet of a story on NPR I'd never come across before: in the 1930s, during the Depression, the United States government forced millions of Mexican-Americans and Mexicans to emigrate to Mexico, under the guise of "repatriating" them, to lessen the competition for scarce jobs among White Americans. I put "repatriation" in quotes because according to the NPR piece, over half of the up to 2 million people forced to migrate, or about 1.2 million, were born in the U.S., and many not only didn't speak Spanish but had no direct ties to Mexico.

As the Sacramento Bee's Peter Hecht describes it:

Amid the economic desperation of the Depression, Latino families were viewed as taking jobs and government benefits from "real Americans." In Los Angeles County, a Citizens Committee for Coordination for Unemployment Relief urgently warned of 400,000 "deportable aliens," declaring: "We need their jobs for needy citizens."

Up to 2 million people of Mexican ancestry were relocated to Mexico during the 1930s, even though as many as 1.2 million were born in the United States. In California, some 400,000 Latino United States citizens or legal residents were forced to leave.
In fact, some counties across the country continued the program even after the Roosevelt administration cut off funding for it.

The occasion for the NPR piece was the issuance of a formal apology from the state of California. Two Golden State academics, California State University Los Angeles Chicano Studies professor Francisco Balderrama and retired Long Beach City College historian Raymond Rodríguez inspired behind the measure. Their book, Decade of Betrayal: Mexican Repatriation in the 1930s, described the psychological trauma that the expatriated children endured once in Mexico.

Democratic State Senator Joe Dunn, from Santa Ana, read Balderrama's and Rodríguez's book on a flight to DC and could not get the story out of his head. So he began introducing legislation that he drafted in response with Assembly Speaker Fabian Núñez (D-Los Angeles), and Assembly members Noreen Evans (D-Santa Rosa), Lloyd Levine (D-Van Nuys) and Lori Saldaña (D-San Diego) several years ago. He finally was able to secure passage of the apology bill, with Republican governor Arnold Schwarzenegger's signature, last year. California Senate Bill 670, or the "Apology Act for the 1930s Mexican Repatriation Program," officially acknowledges the suffering and losses of the estimated 400,000 Latinos forced out of California. However Herr Governator vetoed a companion bill, Senate Bill 645, that would have created a commission to study reparations to survivors of the 1930s "repatriations."

One of the people who was forcibly expelled, 77-year-old war veteran Carlos Guerra, had complex feelings about the measures:

"What is an apology?" asks Guerra, an artisan who makes embroidered furnishings. "I don't understand it at all."

Forced from the United States, Guerra and his American-born siblings had to learn Spanish, adapt to a new culture and endure the poverty of the Mexican countryside for 13 years before his family legally returned to California.

"The saddest thing of all," says Guerra, who lives in Carpinteria, "is that I lost my country. This is where I was born. I'm a California native. But it took me years to be able to call myself a so-called 'Americano.' "

He didn't fit in either south of the border. "In Mexico, they called us Norteños. They thought we were completely Anglicized, and they disliked people from the north," he says.


The Sacramento Bee adds that "a monument will be erected at a site to be determined in Los Angeles," because it was in California's largest city that "50,000 Mexican Americans were placed on trains and repatriated in five months in 1931." In fact, "hundreds were rounded up in San Fernando and Pacoima on Ash Wednesday, a Catholic holy day, and many Latino barrios simply disappeared." State Senator Dunn also is working with U.S. Congresswoman Hilda Solis (D-El Monte) to push for a federal companion measure to the California apology. Given how badly wants Latino support, he might agree to it, though the mood among Republicans in Congress right now appears not to be especially favorable to Latinos.

Reading this story also made me think again yet again about
  • the current discourse around immigration, U.S.-Mexican relations,
  • citizenship and belonging, state-sanctioned racism and racist violence,
  • U.S. political and historical rhetoric in general,
  • reparations for slavery,
  • and the submerged histories within the larger body that we think of as American history.
What else remains hidden and who has a stake in keeping it so? If more people knew about this forcible expatriation, would they still hold the same feelings about the current wave of immigration, particularly from Mexico? What sorts of recompense are due to people who've been violated in this way, and can any action, let alone an apology, ever be sufficient (I'm thinking of Clinton's apology for slavery, or Reagan's signing of the bill to provided limited reparations for the interned Japanese-Americans). Can any remuneration address such trauma, which extends beyond the people who've suffered it to their descendents and to the societies in which they live.

An interview with California State University Fullerton assistant professor of elementary and bilingual education Christine Valenciana, whose mother was forcibly deported in 1935, is available here.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Maurice Clarett's Tragedy + Sapience Magazine

I had an inkling, I hate to say, that things would turn out this way. Not with him in handcuffs, flanked by two White cops, but in a bad place. Poor Maurice Clarett (at left). Poor, poor Maurice Clarett. If you're not familiar with his story, it goes like this. Maurice Clarett was a freshman star running back on the Ohio State University Buckeyes football team. He led them to the national championship in 2002. His star was ascendent. But then, things started to fall apart.

In 2003, he was suspended by Ohio State football team for lying to Columbus police about the value of stuff that had been in a car he borrowed. He later pled to a lesser charge. This was a stupid mistake. But that's not all. He was also suspended for having received thousands of dollars from a family acquaintance. Even with this rapsheet, he probably could have returned in 2004 and played again for Ohio State given his spectactular freshman-year numbers, and if not the Buckeyes, then perhaps another 1-A or even top 1-AA school not in the Big 10.

But that's not how things turned out. Whether out of bad advice, willfulness and impulse, rebelliousness, the fear of a lack of options or who knows what, Clarett, despite the misdemeanor charge and the blot of the trashy cash, decided to challenge the National Football League's requirement that college players wait at least three years after high school before entering the professional draft. The NFL was not pleased. At all. The case went all the way to the US Supreme Court, where Associate judges Ruth Bader Ginsberg and John Paul Stevens, to whom Clarett had appealed, refused to consider a lower-court opinion that stayed his suit.

He consequently did himself no favors in a 2004 ESPN The Magazine interview when he claimed that coaches and boosters had set up passing grades, automobiles and loot for him while at Ohio State. Now he definitely wasn't going back there, and had probably destroyed his chances at every other university where "coaches and boosters...set up passing grades, automobiles and loot." The NCAA decided to investigate Ohio State's athletic programs, but Clarett, who probably received a phone call from someone telling him to shut his mouth, clammed up. As if this weren't bad enough, he also didn't help himself in 2004 when, at a draft combine, he showed up out of shape (certainly that potentially landmark lawsuit must have taken a psychological and physical toll) and gave a lackluster performance. The 2004 draft came and went without him.

Finally in 2005, after missing two years of competitive college football, Clarett was drafted by the Denver Broncos. But then he was cut this August. And now, he's been arrested, yet again, for allegedly robbing two people with a gun in an alley behind a bar in Columbus! Each of the two charges of aggravated robbery carries a sentence of 10 years. At 22, he's facing jailtime till he's nearly 30 at least. According to the Denver Post

The 22-year-old Clarett was wanted since early Sunday, when police said he flashed a gun and demanded property from a man and a woman behind the Opium Lounge in downtown Columbus.

Police said he fled with two men in a sport utility vehicle after he was identified by the bar owner, who happened to come out into the alley. No one was injured, and only a cell phone was taken from the alleged victims, police said.

Clarett VictoriousOnly a cell phone was taken from the alleged victims, but aggravated robbery is aggravated robbery. Now, I don't know if Maurice Clarett was involved in this. But if he was, I think the situation is tragic. This young man comes to Columbus ostensibly to get educated, but really he's there to power a team to a national championship. He later admits he didn't really do any schoolwork, and basically was paid like an employee--a lower-level professional one--to run a football down a gridiron. Ohio State gets millions as a result, but because he makes a very bad mistake--or copped a plea to one--things start to fall apart for him. Then he makes more bad decisions, on his own, on the advice of others, I don't know. Now, no school, no job-athletic starring opportunity. He's off that carousel. Then, for whatever reason, he makes another awful decision, and he's forced to sit out two years until he can grasp at a ring that's already vanished. Now he's facing felony charges. Felony charges. Of course it could be the case that he wasn't involved at all. Misstaken identity. Or his lawyer could figure out a way to get him off. Great ones do that. But that it all has come to this is tragic. We know that as dramatic as Clarett's case is, he isn't the only athlete perched on the precipice. The big-money college athletics system is a mess, and needs serious reform. The NCAA is not the organization to do it. As much as I enjoy professional sports, I also realize increasingly that they play far too great a role in American life. Their role is too dominant in our economic, our political, our psychic lives. Maurice Clarett is an example of how badly things can turn out for some young people up in this system. Very badly.

As an aside, let me add that I think his tragedy is deserving of hiphopera treatment, though there might be a contemporary art or jazz composer who could do it justice too. Maybe Prince Paul could take it on. Is he still making music? (Just don't peep R. Kelly!)

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SapienceOn a completely different note, I recently received an email saying that the new Sapience magazine was out. Others have probably explored it, but I hadn't. It appears to be a mainstream Black LGBT online publication, with high quality graphics and imagery. I was pleased to see that there was a section for "Sisters," and that it was for "Sisters" who dealt with other women. Let's keep one of the "Ls" in sGLBT(QETSA et cetera.).

I'm not much for "style and fashion" or "health and fitness" advice--don't we have enough style and fashion and health and fitness blah blah blah out there as is? Plus this issue's "health" topic is gastric bypass surgery!--but the "political commentary" article, about Black gay men and their fathers, was well written and definitely impressed me. I'll be checking out the next issue.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Nick Chiles on Street Lit + Man Fleeing Anti-Gay Crowd in Jamaica Dies

ZaneHere's a piece I'd missed until one of the students that I always run into and exchange greetings with at the circulation desk of the university's main library, Ish Harris, asked me, "Did you see the article on African-American literature in today's New York Times?" I told her I'd check it out, and did, and I'm glad I did. Got me thinking. On the Op-Ed page, Nick Chiles, an author I'm not at all familiar with, has penned a caustic piece entitled "Their Eyes Were Reading Smut." I won't restate the entire article, but to sum it up, he's digusted by the fact that his books--and other works of "serious" Black literature--are not only sitting on the bookshelves beside, but in some cases being crowded out by what he and others have called "ghetto lit" or "street lit." As he says:

On shelf after shelf, in bookcase after bookcase, all that I could see was lurid book jackets displaying all forms of brown flesh, usually half-naked and in some erotic pose, often accompanied by guns and other symbols of criminal life. I felt as if I was walking into a pornography shop, except in this case the smut is being produced by and for my people, and it is called "literature."

As a black author, I had certainly become familiar with the sexualization and degradation of black fiction. Over the last several years, I had watched the shelves of black bookstores around the country and the tables of street vendors, particularly in New York City, become overrun with novels that seemed to appeal exclusively to our most prurient natures - as if these nasty books were pairing off back in the stockrooms like little paperback rabbits and churning out even more graphic offspring that make Ralph Ellison books cringe into a dusty corner.


Now it may just be me, but I think Chiles, in addition to engaging in a bit of racially-tingued sexual hysteria ("pairing off...like little paperback rabbits" and "churning out even more graphic offspring"--has he ever seen Nayland Blake's work?), is conflating a number of related but differing points:
  • an anguished query into the current state of Black literature, an anguished query about the current state of black readership and the future of and future relations of both;
  • the current state of publishing in America;
  • the present and future aims of mainstream publishers of "Black" books;
  • the economic and social viability of certain types writing by Black people;
  • racial and social respectability;
  • the visual imagery on book covers vs. what's inside them;
  • publishers', distributors' and book stores' marketing strategies and the question of book stocks and what makes it on the shelf and what doesn't;
  • the false or problematic dichotomy between "serious" vs. street/popular Black literature;
  • a crisis of authenticity and concern about who's representing or gets to represent a Black "real";
  • and the anxiety of marketplace competition
just to name a few.

Legit BallerHe doesn't appear to be overtly critiquing the books on the basis of their aesthetic value, as aesthetic artifacts. Or rather, he assumes that these books in general are artless and aesthetically lacking. At least from what I can tell. (My most frequent criticism of some of these books, which I tend to pick up during the summer off booksellers' tables in Chelsea and Harlem, is that some are entertaining, but really poorly written and edited. Dreadfully written and edited.) Does he think that any of them might be well written? Do they give their readers pleasures beyond mere socially authentic mimetic recognition? Is there anything formally interesting about them? and so on.

What about their political and social values and functions? Are they reflective or indexical of the norms and values of their readers? What sorts of political and cultural capital do they represent? What sorts of effects are these books having and what are their roles in their readers' lives? How reflective and critical are they of the society we live in? How do we assess the value of their social production, as cultural artifacts? What is the value of their "authenticity"? What sorts of social concepts and values do they reproduce? Are they retrograde, ambivalent, liberatory, what? In fact, one of the chief elements of his critique involves, at least to my reading, an antiquated, bourgeois notion of social respectability, along with a certain amount of snobbery and sexual anxiety, that he extrapolates into what "literature" is and into "the future" of Black books.

As I read his piece, I asked myself, in 2006, what is Black literature, or African-American literature? (I have my ideas, but I'd like to hear Chiles's answer.) Who decides this and marks it out? What's at stake? Are there still hierarchies and what are they based on? Aesthetic quality? Accessibility? Popularity? Sales figures? Who buys into which criteria? After the canon battles of the 1980s and 1990s, haven't Black literary scholars--as well as Black readers and writers--taken a much broader view of what constitutes our "literature"? In addition, did Donald Goines and Iceberg Slim's novels, to give two examples, preclude the publication of work by Jamaica Kincaid, John Edgar Wideman, Paul Beatty, or Renee Gladman? Is there no conversation whatsoever between them? Is it true that readers of Zane (pictured up top, at left) will not pick up Terry McMillan's work, or Alice Walker's? What about Walter Mosley's? Octavia Butler's? And what about the implicit idea of a progression of material--you start with the books he's decrying and move up to something else?

(I also thought about Noah's Arc, and my and others' praise and criticisms of the series, and how some respondents, particularly on Rod 2.0's blog, didn't want to brook any critical commentary whatsoever. The immediate mimetically representational power of the series was the ending point in terms of quality, or any kind of critical reading and understanding, for these viewers; questions of the quality of the scripts and acting, the politics inherent in the depictions and plots, the ideology of the representations, simply did not matter. So long as a show with attractive Black gay/sgl (or gay-ish/sgl-ish) men was on TV (and I'm not daring to call them queer, though in a profound way, they were queer, or quare, more than anything else), that was what was most important. That trumped all else. I've seen similar responses on online threads about Brokeback Mountain.)

HurstonI'm also thinking about Chiles comment about Ralph Ellison's books "cringing in the corner" as the books are knocking...covers?; has he *read* Invisible Man, which includes several plot elements that would give some of the "street lit" novelists pause? What about The Bluest Eye, which among other things includes father-daughter rape and incest? Or Corregidora or The Color Purple? (Then there's The Mad Man!) What about Junot Díaz's stories, or Randall Kenan's? Of course the point of these texts is not sexual prurience, but then not all the books he's denouncing as "smut" are pornographic or aim to be pornographic either. In fact, some of the authors aspire to tell stories as "seriously" as Langston Hughes, Paule Marshall, or James Baldwin, whose own later works I once heard someone describe as "full of sex"--which was one reason I used to skim through Just Above My Head when I was in junior high, searching for the bi-sex, the gay sex, the straight sex (and there's interracial sex in the novel too).

He also notes that publishers have a responsibility to balance out the books they publish. But is this true? Has he read André Schiffrin's lament and jeremiad against mainstream publishing and its conglomeration over the last five decades, The Business of Books? Or Alexander Korda's memoir about his life as a publisher? Or any similar books? The responsibility publishers have is their bottom line. Social and artistic responsibility I agree should be part of the equation, but they've gone the way of the great auk. Publishers now view books like they view any other product or unit. A book has to sell, which is why the resurgence of smaller publishers, on-demand publishing, and self-publishing have provided a real, refreshing counterpoint in the last few years--and ironically have made possible this renaissance in Black publishing. Many of the books Chiles sniffs at were and are self-published. Even E. Lynn Harris, one of the top selling Black literary authors, started out with a self-published volume. I know; C. and I went to one of his first readings and book-signings for Invisible Life.

(I also wondered about a lot of the Black gay/sgl male literature out there right now. Where would it fall on his spectrum? I'm assuming he'd include the likes of Kenan, Delany, and perhaps Hardy and Harris in his "literature" roster, but what about the self-published authors? What about the books with covers featuring "half-naked" men, and storylines that are a step up from soap operas? What about the recapitulation of problematic racial, sexual, class, gender and color stereotypes in some of these books? What about the mere fact that many are self-published or published by very small, unknown presses? Is the sociopolitical and aesthetic ecology, and thus criteria for judgment, of Black gay/sgl publishing--or any niche publishing--necessarily different and distinct from what would constitute the mainstream?)

Chiles doesn't "want to compete with Legit Baller." Does he mean for readers, for bookshelf space, for attention, for love? For an advance? For literary prizes? Break it down, Nick Chiles. I would imagine that most bookstores are still going to carry well-known and even lesser known Black authors whose work is of high aesthetic quality as well as the ones who are now making onto the shelves. Most of the street lit folks and their work will disappear, but a very few will be remembered long into the future, just as their predecessors have been--or if they disappear, someone may come along and draw them back into the light. It might even be a reader from a distant shore, and not an American. As my Kenyan colleague has repeatedly noted, to the astonishment of some of my other colleagues, students in his high school and college classes were reading some classics of African-American literature that some Black Americans haven't read or aren't reading. Who can say what effects globalization and cultural circulation will have? And isn't 50 Cent getting into the publishing game too?

DixonThis is a bit of a tangent, but after finishing Chiles's article, I also thought about that NEA report from a few years ago, "Reading at Risk," which I've mentioned on this blog a number of times. It points out that the percentage of Americans who've read any book, let alone a literary work, during a calendar year, has diminished over the last 10 years. Among non-White readers, the numbers are even worse. In terms of the books that Chiles is describing, however, we know from the success of these books that a Black readership--and in particular a Black female readership--exists. We also know from Oprah Winfrey's bookclub that a vast swathe of Americans--and not only Black Americans--will read books by Black authors, including challenging texts by Toni Morrison and Edwidge Danticat (and they do read and discuss them). So in a sense these books are playing a role in countering the decline in reading, and there is a reading audience--a potentially very large one--for high quality books (well written, aesthetically innovative and groundbreaking, etc.) for Black authors as well.

Chiles says, "I feel defeated, disrespected and troubled about the future of my community and my little subsection of this carnivorous, unforgiving industry." Okay, there are several distinct points braided in this statement; I sometimes feel troubled about the future of some of my communities, some of my communities of Black people. I hardly feel defeated or disrespected, however. I'm heartened by the fact that Black people--Black women, anybody Black--and Americans in general, some of us at least, are reading. That we're not all TV-fied zombies. That we still exercise our conceptual, expressive and critical faculties. Certainly I'd like more people to read the books I like, which is why I mention, critique, teach, and list some of them. Why I'm always proselytizing for reading. I'd like people to read my book--and when I write more--books. I'd like people to read my friends' books. But I champion the fact that people are reading, and even reading some of the books that Chiles lays out. Given the Times report a few weeks ago about how levels of literacy even for college graduates had fallen, even reading--and critiquing--Legit Baller might not be such a bad idea.

I am going to have to check out Chiles's book, A Love Story. It sounds sexy....

***
FlagA few days ago, I got the following email from Andrew Prince at UK Blackout. Rod 2.0 reports that Gay.com has picked it up, and gives a more extensive treatment:

There was another homophic killing a couple of nights ago. A young man was chased by a mob to the wharf of downtown Kingston where he jumped into the water to escape and drowned. At this moment details are sketcy, but JFLAG has released the following statement.

Statement on the death of Nokia Cowen

JFLAG calls on the police to investigate the death of Nokia Cowen in downtown Kingston on the 28th of December 2005. Information reaching JFLAG suggest that he was chased by an angry mob because of a perception that he was gay. In an attempt to flee this mob, the young man jumped into the Kingston harbor and perished because he could not swim.

JFLAG condemns the prevalence of incidents such as this and calls on the police to fully investigate the matter. Most importantly, we implore the highest members of government to clearly indicate that violence based on sexual orientation, both perceived and actual, is unacceptable in Jamaica.


You can contact the Consulate General of Jamaica, which is headed up by Dr. Basil K. Bryan here. Their address and telephone and fax numbers are

Consulate General of Jamaica
767 Third Ave, 2nd Floor
New York, NY 10017-2993
Tel: (212) 935-9000
Fax: (212) 935-7507

To contact JFLAG, you can visit their site here. To send them a letter of support or donation at:

J-FLAG
P.O. Box 1152
Kingston 8
Jamaica
West Indies
J-FLAG Helpline - (876) 978-8988
General information: info@jflag.org
Website related issues: websupport@jflag.org
Testimonies: testimonies@jflag.org

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Fathoming U.S. Quasi-Fascism in 2006

A few years ago, on political board I was signed onto, I linked to Lawrence Britt's article, "The 14 Characteristics of Fascism," which originally appeared in Free Inquiry magazine in Spring 2003. The immediate response from one poster was to question the source of the material, though not its substance. I contacted the magazine and the editor, Tom Flynn, told me that in fact the author was a real person (though he didn't say if "Lawrence Britt" was a pseudonym). Nevertheless, the piece was garnering lots of attention from readers and bloggers. The mainstream media didn't touch it and Lord knows, despite all the signs pointing to its relevance, they won't touch it now.

Why? Because no one in the mainstream media really wants to call out the fascistic aspects of the current administration, which they've enabled and with which they're deeply implicated, let alone seriously entertain the fact that we as a society--and yes, that includes the 48% of the nation that voted against W in 2004, and the 49%-50% in 2000--have gradually acquiesced to whatever criminal activity the administration has been up to, including the most recent outrageous news that W authorized illegal domestic wiretapping that appears to have gone beyond (how far? who knows and when will we ever know?) what either the New York Times or he initially claimed. (And why, if everything were on the up-and-up, would his deputies, including current Attorney General Alberto Gonzales, have to have gone to then Attorney General John Ashcroft's sickbed to get his approval, and then persuade him, given that even he was opposed to the policy?) In fact, there were also reports that the NSA wiretapped some of the non-US missions at the UN to gauge their security council votes, and that some of the dragnetted material from the warrantless wiretaps was shared among an array of agencies. Certainly there cannot be a principled conservative in this country who agrees with this sort of scary crap, can there? I can remember when critics of Rudy Giuliani called him a "fascist," and his minions quickly turned this around as an "ethnic slur." It was hardly an ethnic slur (was General Suharto, pictured above, Italian?), but it also wasn't the most apt use of the term, because I don't think Giuliani was really a fascist, just a racist--or rather a virulently anti-Black and anti-Arab racialist, since he didn't seem to loathe Asians or light-skinned Latinos--with authoritarian tendencies and a powerful sense of public aesthetics. (He really did work wonders with the West Side Highway.)

But back to W. You may be saying, Oh, this administration is out of control but that's not fascism, and in any case, systematically murderous Hitlerian fascism, to give one example, was different in substantial ways from Benito Mussolini's (at left) nationalistic fascist state, or the Falangist, neutral state under Generalísimo Francisco Franco, and since all differ, it's impossible to draw a clear standard for a fascist state. (And then there's Suharto. The Communist dictators are beasts of a different stripe, though I've said more than once that the neoconservatives and X-ian Wrongers unsurprisingly have Stalinist leanings as well.) And what does those horrible entities have to do with the US state right now? While W is permitting and authorizing torture, abuse, extraordinary renditions, indefinite hearings of people without cause or legal representation, he's no Mussolini. (Though he does like military uniforms, despite that fact that he couldn't be bothered to stay in the one--or the military branch--he'd signed up for in the early 1970s.) And though, if one takes the aspect of Walter Benjamin's famous conclusion in "The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproducibility" that deals with fascism and the aestheticization of politics at face value, W, Cheney and Rove could easily fill an encyclopedia entry. But they're not Falangists. Right?

Here's Lawrence Britt's original taxonomy. He studied Hitler's, Mussolini's, Suharto's, and others' fascist governments, and distilled the essence of the fascist state. Go down the list and think carefully about each of his points. One could make the argument that not every fascist state exhibits every one of these traits, though terrifyingly enough, all of them are in effect in the US as of today. I'm not saying that we live in a fascist state, but I am saying that comparing Britt's list with our government, and in particularly the self-aggrandizing and empowering "unitary" executive branch, really is disturbing. BTW, if you hadn't heard, the president and GOP leadership inserted a secret provision in the recent defense bill to fund religious school vouchers in the New Orleans area. It was such a big deal--despite there being no public debate or announcement about it--that right-wing Nobel Laureate economist Milton Friedman even called W to congratulate him on ramming this into law. Now, would the people of the city that W allowed to be destroyed while he fingered a banjo have approved? Who knows, but I doubt it. (That's number 8, by the way.) The Abramoff scandal and his plea today? Cf. No. 13. And on and on. Let's also not forget that the Republicans impeached the last president for having consensual sex with another adult, and lying about it--at first. Do the War in Iraq, the faked intelligence and statements about the non-existent WMDs, the GAO propaganda rulings, the Potemkin rallies, Abu Ghraib and the other torture scandals, the criminal actions after Hurricane Katrina on the Gulf Coast, the widespread voting irregularities in 2000, 2002 and 2004, Plamegate, the Niger memo, and other serious trangressions, in addition to the illegal domestic wiretapping, not merit the same response? Back to Britt:

Britt's "14 Characteristics of Fascism" (all the text below, from 2003, mind you, is his):

  1. Powerful and Continuing Nationalism - Fascist regimes tend to make constant use of patriotic mottos, slogans, symbols, songs, and other paraphernalia. Flags are seen everywhere, as are flag symbols on clothing and in public displays.
  2. Disdain for the Recognition of Human Rights - Because of fear of enemies and the need for security, the people in fascist regimes are persuaded that human rights can be ignored in certain cases because of "need." The people tend to look the other way or even approve of torture, summary executions, assassinations, long incarcerations of prisoners, etc.
  3. Identification of Enemies/Scapegoats as a Unifying Cause - The people are rallied into a unifying patriotic frenzy over the need to eliminate a perceived common threat or foe: racial , ethnic or religious minorities; liberals; communists; socialists, terrorists, etc.
  4. Supremacy of the Military - Even when there are widespread domestic problems, the military is given a disproportionate amount of government funding, and the domestic agenda is neglected. Soldiers and military service are glamorized.
  5. Rampant Sexism - The governments of fascist nations tend to be almost exclusively male-dominated. Under fascist regimes, traditional gender roles are made more rigid. Divorce, abortion and homosexuality are suppressed and the state is represented as the ultimate guardian of the family institution.
  6. Controlled Mass Media - Sometimes the media is directly controlled by the government, but in other cases, the media is indirectly controlled by government regulation, or sympathetic media spokespeople and executives. Censorship, especially in war time, is very common.
  7. Obsession with National Security - Fear is used as a motivational tool by the government over the masses.
  8. Religion and Government are Intertwined - Governments in fascist nations tend to use the most common religion in the nation as a tool to manipulate public opinion. Religious rhetoric and terminology is common from government leaders, even when the major tenets of the religion are diametrically opposed to the government's policies or actions.
  9. Corporate Power is Protected - The industrial and business aristocracy of a fascist nation often are the ones who put the government leaders into power, creating a mutually beneficial business/government relationship and power elite.
  10. Labor Power is Suppressed - Because the organizing power of labor is the only real threat to a fascist government, labor unions are either eliminated entirely, or are severely suppressed.
  11. Disdain for Intellectuals and the Arts - Fascist nations tend to promote and tolerate open hostility to higher education, and academia. It is not uncommon for professors and other academics to be censored or even arrested. Free expression in the arts and letters is openly attacked.
  12. Obsession with Crime and Punishment - Under fascist regimes, the police are given almost limitless power to enforce laws. The people are often willing to overlook police abuses and even forego civil liberties in the name of patriotism. There is often a national police force with virtually unlimited power in fascist nations.
  13. Rampant Cronyism and Corruption - Fascist regimes almost always are governed by groups of friends and associates who appoint each other to government positions and use governmental power and authority to protect their friends from accountability. It is not uncommon in fascist regimes for national resources and even treasures to be appropriated or even outright stolen by government leaders.
  14. Fraudulent Elections - Sometimes elections in fascist nations are a complete sham. Other times elections are manipulated by smear campaigns against or even assassination of opposition candidates, use of legislation to control voting numbers or political district boundaries, and manipulation of the media. Fascist nations also typically use their judiciaries to manipulate or control elections.

Now what do you think?

Monday, January 02, 2006

Flightmare (contd.)

It's the second day of 2006, and after a far too brief but enjoyable break, during which I worked (and I don't mean "wrote short stories" or "wrote my novel" or "wrote poems or revised old ones" or "wrote entries in this blog" or "wrote squibs and squiggles that could possibly pass as works of abstract art" at least every other day, including right up to the point we left for our overseas trip), I have to fly back to Chicago, because I'm scheduled to start the new quarter tomorrow. (Yes, neither the students nor I will be psychologically ready, but what can you do?) So C. drives me to Newark Liberty airport, I submit to the degrading and, I'm increasingly convinced, unnecessary luggage and body-scan procedures (at this point is anyone still planning to follow the very bad example of Richard Reid?), head to the gate, and then, finally board the plane. I'm thinking, this flight is going to go smoothly, we'll be in Chicago on time (no O'Horror delays), and I'll have an opportunity to settle back in tonight, review my syllabuses (both of which look pretty insane at this point), before hitting the classroom and a candidate's job talk tomorrow...

But no, we're talking about O'Horror, and after we sit for a while, we taxi out onto the tarmac towards the runway. Then we learn that "weather conditions" and a bottleneck in Chicago will cause a "brief" delay. Then we learn that it'll be an hour before we learn when we can take off again. Then we learn that we will have to deboard the plane, but we shouldn't tarry too far from our gate because every 15 minutes we're going to get an update, and at any point we could learn that our flight is about to take off! I call my cousin in Chicago, who's planning to meet me at the airport, and she says it's "spitting" outside, not too windy, and between 38-40F, which are conditions never experienced before in the history of Chicago, of course. Then I call C. and commiserate. I grab my computer bag (forgetting my power cord, which is in my backpack, which, following the flight attendant's suggestion, I left on the plane), and make my way to the waiting area. After sitting for a while, I hear, in that inimitably garffled (garble-muffled) intonation that is a hallmark of airports and subways, that our departure gate has changed, so I first grab a horribly expensive and miniscule but delicious ham-and-cheese sandwich ($7.40, and the young attendant very apologetically alerts me to the exorbitant price) and a bottle of green tea from Starbucks, then hurry over to the new departure gate. After a while (more than 15 minutes, and there's no announcement), because of the tea, I have to go to the restroom so I gather my things.

While in the bathroom I can barely hear another announcement, so I quickly wash my hands and when I return, I hear another gurffled announcement that the flight to O'Horror following mine (at 12:45 pm) has been canceled, which causes a mad rush of people (see photo, at right) to the desk over which my flight's number and info had been posted, but is now missing. Because there are lines everywhere, I decide to call the flyer, Continental, but find myself on hold for a long time (and of course my power cord for my cellphone is in...my backpack, on the plane!) So I ask a guy who was sitting across from me on the plane, working on what looked like a legal brief or scholarly article, what's going on, and he tells me that we're now leaving from yet another gate, right nearby. He's not sure when, though. I guess they gurffled this during the millisecond that I was in the bathroom. That gate's flight information screen has a Washington-Dulles flight showing, not ours. But I see quite a few people from my flight milling about, looking anxious to angry, so I assume the flight hasn't taken off and that they haven't let people back onto the plane to get their stuff.

After a little while longer I decide to snap a few pictures and write this entry, and then another announcement blares: We won't learn what's happening until 1:30 pm. It's 1:05 pm now. But it's also a new year and I've resolved not to let things like this send my blood pressure skyrocketing. Hell isn't, as Sartre said, other people. Or at least not completely. To at least some extent it's commuting via our American air and railway systems!

Postscript: I'm back in Chitownia, safe and sound. It took about 6-7 hours total. After being allowed back on the plane, we sat for a while on the tarmac, then finally took off. The storm, according to my cousin, lasted only about 20 minutes, but when we flew into the upper atmosphere above Lake Michigan, the winds tossed the jet around like a hacky-sack. I stopped reading for a moment just to sit quietly and wait the fierce turbulence out. It wasn't the first time I'd experienced some bumpiness in a flight over the lake, storm or no storm, but this time was the worst. It was also one of the few times I can recall people on the plane clapping when we landed at O'Hare; I've usually only experienced that in countries south of the US border. When is someone going to invent affordable, long-distance traveling hovercraft? They can't be too far in the future, can they?

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!
Feliz año nuevo
Feliz Ano Novo
Bonne année
Kull 'aam wa-antum bikhayr
Aliheli'sdi Itse Udetiyvasadisv
Na MwakaMweru wi Gikeno
Feliĉan novan jaron
聖誕快樂 新年快樂 [圣诞快乐 新年快乐]
Bliain úr faoi shéan is faoi mise duit
Nava Varsh Ki Haardik Shubh Kaamnaayen
Ein gesundes neues Jahr
Mwaka Mwena
Pudhu Varusha Vaazhthukkal
Afe nhyia pa
Ufaaveri aa ahareh
Er sala we pîroz be
سال نو
С наступающим Новым Годом
šťastný nový rok
Manigong Bagong Taon sa inyong lahat
Feliç Any Nou
Yeni yılınızı kutlar, sağlık ve başarılar dileriz
نايا سال مبارک هو
Emnandi Nonyaka Omtsha Ozele Iintsikelelo
Subha Aluth Awrudhak Vewa
Chronia polla
Szczesliwego Nowego Roku
Kia pai te Tau Hou e heke mai nei
Shinnen omedeto goziamasu (クリスマスと新年おめでとうございます)
IHozhi Naghai
a manuia le Tausaga Fou
Paglaun Ukiutchiaq
Naya Saal Mubarak Ho

(Photo of street fireworks, New Year's Day, Jersey City; International greetings courtesy of Omniglot and Jennifer's Polyglot Links; please note a few of the phrases may also contain Christmas greetings)